Out of the respect to all past poets,
and as an inspiration to all future poets,
I stopped writing poems long ago.
Now I write curses in fragments.
Every person is born
with a writer's block.
Lucky ones overcome it
and live with free fingers.
Most can't and die
with poems strangled
in their fingertips.
yes... my fingers are
cemeteries and death beds.
I told them I hate labels.
and they called me a rebel.
Last night, I saw a dream.
I was at a funeral.
Tombstone read;
Tia's poem
Born-1987
Died-when she grew up
Everyone was appreciating
me, for being mature at last.
