Share your story
open yourself wide to those closed to your words
and if closed minded clock watching watchers try to stop you
unblock their words with your unfastened tongue.
Strip their silence from them
change your dirty sheets right under their noses
and do not bleach them.
Share your story
make them stare at your ugliness
don’t make it up with make up
shake up their sanitised ‘sanity’
use a profanity
because that’s what you turned into
on the wheel of fortune.
Share your story
stop listening to the blind words of poets
with their predictable ticking timebomb
of typed up words
that make a pale reflection of your truth
to heat up a heartless attack on your heart
that you were brave enough to rip out and throw to a hungry audience.
Share your story
feed your audience
not those cosy poetry nights of expected minutes.
Share your story even if you lose everything like me.
And if you do….then stand alone and tell it, speak it, share it.
I dare you.
I am not a silent poet 