I

isa kemmy

Sometimes  i sit to sip

I think of  sewing a mouth  zip,

But i never seam to learn,

All this blows my  concern,

 

When  i unzip,

I  unleash my agitations,

All out of  my chip,

I build a confrontation, 

For I feel  like puking,

When facts are distort

 

 A small phrase,

Lightens fumes in me,

When its skin its wrongly peeled, 

My world is not an accident  of words,

 

  • Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2025 09:48
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem to give thought to. It is nicely written

  • Poetic Licence

    A sense of when provoked finds it difficult to not say how they feel, nicely expressed and written



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