WORDS

Iam an explosion from my mother’s womb
A firm connection of networks made to link the world
Words were thrusted on me upon arrival
They were soaked and filled in the socks inside my brain
In the morning when I wake up I see birds and greens
I can feel words pasting in my eyes withs voices sounding in my ears
The constant bombardment of words in my brain gives birth to lines of love and hate
Those of appreciation and condemnation
And so I was born of words.
Stories of my heart and mind are well kept in books
Some are lost in the atmosphere and palm of others
And even though I lose them they always find a canal back to me
Iam a bright and dark as charcoal
But all the same I was made from dust
And so am made of words
Am made of more.