TRUTH HURTS by Baba Sowande Because the truth can sometimes hurt, my impulses to scream out loud revert to mute. POETICS substitute for whimpers in my throat. The fiercest thing I ever wrote cut thru my core and pricked my hands... while unlocked door revealed abandoned mental lands I must revisit now. With furrowed brow and grimace on my face, I taste the bitterness of memory, before it sweetens into poetry; and thorns give birth to the rose created from my prose...
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 23:25:09 +0000
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