WithIndefatigable Necessity
Novuh Reed
Poetic is my melaninThese pages have no formNo fashionNo aesthetics could pleaseWith no friend left to trustAll I can bear to grasp close is penMy paper knows the ugliest partsEach moodEach emotionNo use in trying to pretendI'll never fit comfortably in I'm too broken to meet their notions She knows my soul I give her my voice from these pages Thickened with deep wordsIntelligent, they've saidBooks unbound of my skin From my witI'll sow these seedsA vast field of reedsI'd hope to reapJust a moment more If only to speak