by Kelvin S.M.
i am not a good example of life
living in a bowl of
dead like a salad
gathering attention after
brutally sold to a
dark-skinned city of busy feet.
a fat, big cat is an asset
in day and night
guarding as if there’s no tomorrow:
hey! if i look at you with a
will you do me favor? –
ok, then bring me freedom and
i’ll play fish inside your stomach.
This poem was one of the winners of the dVerse Poets Pub second anniversary contest.