Misunderstandings

When I am alone,

I cry

dry tears.

I scream

soundless words.

Why do we live 

in a world 

that is, incredibly, 

drunk

in a prescriptive past? 

Why cannot people 

be different 

and happy 

with 

the way they are? 

It feels like 

we are always in a fight 

with no reason 

and blindfolded 

by our misconceptions. 

Digging 

our own grave: 

This is what we do! 

This is where we are! 

This is how we breathe!

Stepheson Emmanuel