i havent written in months
i can put my emotions to words
my jumbled imagination
that flips through thoughts
like they're
tv channels
i never needed to write
i could speak with movement
telling my story
through the tips
of my fingers
to the soles
of my feet

but im writing now
ive been writing
quite a bit
because my language
grew mathematical and cold
i bragged of numbers
i was paraded around
like an equation
that praised technicality
you took my voice
and gave me legs
but made me speak
in your language

take your legs
take your language
this is my voice
this is my soul
i won't ever let
anyone
take it from me
again