FINALLY

A poem i wrote after the conversation with my father.

Beautiness of all grows in me
When my tongue finally awake
To the smell of lavishing conversation
With my dad and me.
No longer do I feel the black abused
Underneath my thumb
Nor the feverish worries
Of being killed for expressing.
What need to be confessed?
Out from the depths of my arteries.
A nice cooling water srpinks in my
Mind instead of the heated bubbling
Words of hate and misery
He brought for me but I am now
Fine my bed so calm
That pillow so warm the sheets so cool
I am warm in life pleasure.