THESE DAYS

I vow to silence the whispers of my heart No longer will emotions drive my pen. I'll write from reason, all there at the start Let words flow furiously like an angry stream. Should I write a heartbreaking poem They’ll read in joy, marvel at my art As though, it lay bear, my heart, on the slaughter Others will pray for more misery as if it was meant to bleed. Should I compose a breathing sonnet Her nagging voice will rise to tear it down Finding fault in every Mona Lisa’s smile Pointing sharp fingers when a light skinned's mentioned. If on politics, the sacred cow, I dare to write Many will frown, calling it a fool’s debate. They'll build their walls, deem me the enemy Not knowing I was just writing for fun. Daily, I see injustice parade through halls And the walls of our places of work If I dare to write of this parade I’ll be the one who bites the feeding hand. So I'll fold my thoughts, tuck my truths away As I thread lightly on this worn, thin path. I’ll keep my silence, put my emotions in check While I still collect my monthly cheque.