Tabula Rasa #PoetryCompilation

[26] I Wish To . . .

see the blue sky, and hear
the laughs of the people in the park
i wanna witness
how a mother give birth
and how a father cry

i wanna know if it's black
i wanna assent to every white
touch the hands of the weary
carry the weight of a child

i wanna see how
a girl on the cliff
would choose to jump and die
or a survivor, holding on
to the rope because she wants
to survive and be alive