The Poet

I am the poet

Full of pain

Full of dreams

Full of  desires

The page is my escape

The words are my children

I fill them with bittersweet thoughts

until they can no longer take it

and they cry onto the page

They are my oppression

As a female

As a minority

As a kid

They will pave the way towards my success

They will set me free

And make me who I want to be.