I don't reckoned how long
did I let myself drenched
under your scrutinizing gaze
like needles perforating through
I don't remember how much
pride I had to ingurgitate
beneath your harrowing words
like guzzling beaucoup thorns
I don't know how many
times did I have to take in my dignity
and let myself fall under your hegemony
like hampering a hound that's not to be hampered
if I had known better-
I wouldn't do those
to even let me agonize
at the end of the day
If I had known better-
I'd be my own salvager
and let myself taste manumission
because I am no odalisque to anyone
[A.J]
YOU ARE READING
hidden behind these carved letters
Poesíaⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.
