I sat down thinking about a pen,
so I took out my pen
to write about the pen.

Before I started to write,
I repeatedly struck my temple,
and each strike let out a snare
of thoughts playing truth or dare-while the pen warmed up to play.

I wrote about how the pen
took my refugee pain
and gave it a pen
on a paper that was once plain.

With my pen,
I also wrote
about how the pen bled
while dropping bars
to free my incarcerated melodious bars
for those seeking freedom and peace in bars.

29th June 2025