Storm Words

If my Head is up there

a part of  the clouds,

then let the words that come out my Mouth, 

be the first droplets of a Storm.


Storms can flood towns, 

clearing away rust and rubble

people are left to pick up pieces,

and  lives with shovels.

They start anew


So let my words be a storm;

I've got no time to conform 

to societal boundaries

and pretexts, fine print. 

Let my words cleanse you 

of your ignorance, your prejudice,

Let me flood your head

your brain 

your body

because actions speak louder than words

but words, as a wise teacher once told me,

are for more than being heard.



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