16/302017
[Image is mine]
i live among
words
tattooed on the skin of dead trees and
stacked
in piles
on the floor
i live by
absorbing information
from minds long dead
and some
in the springtime of their youth
i live
consciously choosing
when to raise and silence
my voice
and use
the wealth
i’ve obtained
This poem originally appeared on Sumayyah Said So.
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