Scream, like you’re the phantom of the opera and no one can hear you
like it’s just above a whisper and you want the whole world to fear you
and the very Lord to feel you,
to hear you
to notice that you’re as real as the creature he’s breathed into

Allow for no shame to kiss you, like you were the virgin Mary and Man was the Shyness
bow down to no man like they were the peasants and you were their highness
and your audacity is everything but blindness
my it’s
like You’ve become as untouchable as a fly with its fly wings

Remain free in the name of yours, like you know that you’re entitled to it
be and exist like you know that if you were to die and asked to do it again, you’d do it
to oppression be the nuisance
moving
freely…

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.