I hate my grandfather’s imposition
I hate my mother’s imprisonment
I hate my stepfather’s conviction
I hate myself for not being free.
Yet the love inside me cannot wait to burst.
TO CAPITALISM (NOT AN ODE)
Stop stalking me,
following me everywhere, fooling around with me, confuse me, threatening me, violate me, hurting me, suffocating me, forcing you on me
you cannot persuade me.
you will never convince me,
you cannot force me anymore.
you cannot buy my heart.
I will never love you,
For my soul cannot be conquered but only loved
For my soul cannot be consumed.
For those that have to keep the spirit of their hearts locked up into hidden sacred places.