She recited poetry like she was reciting her own heart.
You could hear her happiness
You could hear her anger
You could hear her pain.
She recited poetry like she was telling a story.
Every line said something
Every line expressed a feeling
Every ling gave out a memory.
She recited poetry like she was freeing her soul.
Every breath let out an apology
Every breath pushed out a scream
Every breath released some goodbyes.
She recited poetry like she knew how poetry should be recited.
A lot saw her.
A few heard her.
But no one listened to a word she said,
Yet - a lot sobbed  
And a few cried.