Imprisonment

What is the worst persecution?

To be nakedly present in the world

Or to disappear in your own shadows

Lying, swearing, biting your lips in anxiety

Could it get worse than to have a mother

Or a father as your worst imprisonment

To struggle barefoot on a desert

Desert of unacknowledged identity

To be an honest ant in the spying lions

To be yourself, to be who you are naturally

What is the worst persecution?

The fastest way to die unknowingly

Life imprisonment carves skulls

Our skulls were rotten with the truth

Our smells have spread into their bedrooms

Of those who made laws and blinded the statues

My longest imprisonment is my body

My shortest memory is of my vagina

It’s been the subject of the state

The society, the men but never mine

History has taught one thing forever

The only imprisonment is myself

Waiting to come out and wanting to come in