What is it like to sell a kid who has no mother?
What is it like to rape a girl who has no brother?
It must be fun to be a predator,
To forget the self, the being and be a beast!
Tame it not! Tame it not!
For we are the beast that devours itself!
Who knows no limits, no boundaries, no barriers . . .
Who am i?
How am i to know who am i?
i am the one who's felt all but her pulse,
i am the one who's smelt all but her hair,
i am the one who's heard all but her heart,
i am the one who's seen all but her own face,
i am the one who's knows all but her herself,
Feel! Feel! Feel! they say,
Feel to live and live to . . . exist?
All i feel is the dead bird stuck up my throat,
All i smell are the tablets in my coat,
All i hear is the late alarm in my bed,
All i see are the ink blots in my head,
All i know are the mirages that i once thought to be myself.
