The Fire Inside
The fire inside,
It will not halt for your peace of mind
Until the lost bones buried in bygone pits
Rise beyond what this earth had given them.
I told you that I will bend myself no longer
To fit your moulds of humanity
That wish to pick me apart and
Rid me of my liberties.
Rid me of what?
All this life that matters to you
Continues to slip through the cracks of
All that was mine
That you have come to possess in the gutter of your mind,
And in the ever-expanding depth of your pocket.
Thieves of time,
Of the earth beneath
What was mine,
The fire inside
Wishes to consume me.
So, consume me.
By Asia Khatun