on writing

seriously, I remember when I was six
When writing came mysteriously and made me feel sixty
It understood me, and made my war-torn city heaven
I understood it as the new oppressed people’s weapon

Wretched Life

Yeah. Really
I hope you will hear my last plea,

this [terrorizing] isn’t fair,
Writing Blues and my paper dripping
Oozes tears
Every time I get to thinking
Sinking deep down
I’m losing wits! More