My poem has no rhyme it has no measure and it is not controlled by rhythm. Yet, this is a real poem since it came from my heart. Therefore, it's the language of my soul.
My poem goes against the structure, people say that it has a fracture. It's not a lovely dove but a vulture, hence it has no future. I don't care what people say, I'll go on my way - nobody can shake me for I will not be swayed.
I' ll write what my heart and soul dictates, if inevitable I'll go against the stables. I'll always celebrate freedom of expression in solitude and in contemplation. My life is like a free verse it has no rules for rules were designed to oppress the fools.