I am a poem of painted symbols, ancient wisdoms
Crafted visuals, words with rhyme and reason
in the no reason at all in inky color prisms
Color frequencies, Pirate girls, mystic Mama
Bengali Tiger, peace, and love, vampire bites
dripping blood, Dante's Furies and wordless drama
A her-story of talisman, primal remembrances
A needled rapture of yesterdays longing
etched beneath my tender flesh in my transparence
Yes it hurt with a celebrated welcome
Leave that judge of yours off my skin
I am rich in story as it is my rebellion
Poetry becomes me. It is a wound I choose to wear
Even tho' you may read me on my surfaces
It's to the heart of me that waits the deeper share
copyright jeanne adwani
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