Should i just walk?

I am not allowed anger

neither am I allowed to laugh

as if my belly were full of rage

spitting venom

at filth

that reminds me of guilt

 

I cannot lie anymore

or hide my joy

in trenches

now, inundated with soil

scented with locks of hair

or soft like powdered ribs

 

So, do not weep

at misfortune

as it shreds you

but wink at yourself

for you know the way

to the market