From that mountain hole Too many pains left And from the island of the vexation A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made a missiles I was fabricated just below your heart And I am the part of it
Just by planting a tree farm Trouble dirts your hands I was penned from composition of roughness And I am the stanzza of it
Thunder thrown out of your eyes They are more expensive than pearls Drinking nano water I was masterminded And I am the Masterpiece of it
The debt too scared by itself Searching for fertilizer tissue Selling the blood of your own I was painted from the words of penalty And I am the same book of it
Momma ! I'm not a poetess I am your poetry ....
I am the product of plenty of sufferings ,and vexation that momma suffers I am her words falling and rolling in the real life ,pattern of her language And I am her whole book