if i could talk

i will give you mouthfuls
of colorful ribbons
lax and fluid
they will roll from my tongue
i will not breathe
i will bare my insides
in violent rhyme
and you will see
my intelligent imperfections
whispers will define my abandoned silence
and i will fill your dark corners
with a fervid restlessness
i will show you fire and light
bursting with ardent possibilities
as we fight for our release-
as remnants of fine lines and bitter fingerprints
cloud our minds
we fight and we fight and we fight
because we don't believe that love is free-

words fall slowly from our scarred mouths
we gasp for a breath of righteousness
only to choke on a lonely fear
stemmed from their selfish neglect and greed

we want to believe in fairy tales but how can we?
when our hands are empty and they try to take our dreams
and we fall short of everything that seems
to make any sense

but i can show you what love is
and i will convince you that these fairy tales are not
make-believe