NOW I SING.

 THERE will always be a vent,

a way, a place where i can be myself.

The park is filled with people

masking themselves.

The  market is filled with those

who had nothing in mind but

profits.

The church is filled with self-righteous

happy Catholics who rejects

sinners.

The library is filled with nerds and

soul searching introverts.

Your nook is filled with rambling poets.

I am tired of places where i do not belong.

Where i am dictated what to wear, what to

do, what to say, 

I build my own niche. I have my own vocabulary.

I speak my language and carefully i must listen

to it.

Here i am free, free from you, free from everybody.

Now i sing.