I shout out to deny my mouth its rights to quiet peace
I fist my hand to deny it the right to caress a child
I slam my feet into the earth to deny them of their right to float lengthwise on a feather bed
What are our rights?
That's what I said.
The bones are really breaking inside of me and I have no one left to conceive of no imagination to dry up no silence to feign I have no fore...