Words rain on my window
Took me awhile
to make words rain on my window
Been residing in silences for long,
I now find my repose in chaos.
The quite dungeons of my being
Echo with voices of the old.
Cities of surrender
Have paved pathways of audacity.
Sometimes I run the streets,
sometimes they run me.
I’m the body of a queen, in hoods
filled up with backstreet imprudence,
Mad moves, grooves and beat of drums.
I'm electric
And serene.
A patch of wet grass
On sun-burnt fields of tangerine.
The surface
And so the depth.
The sunrises
And sunsets.
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