Language Is Power


I want to be a writer
Now what that means, you tell me
Life is bland
Starchy
Like a plantain
I need to fry mine up
Throw some brown sugar on there
A smidgen of cinnamon
Served on a silver platter with some Ice Cream
I'll take my life a la mode, s'il tu plait
I want to be a narrator
Now what that means, you tell me
Time has me waiting
I want to cut off my wrists
Rip off my pockets
Destroy the IPhone
Tear down Big Ben
Liberate the tick tick tick of the clock
Free myself to stop time and create moments
Then I stop
I ponder
I realize
Time isn't my issue; Life has no qualms with me
I am my life and time
I have qualms with my self...

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