Poetry isn’t about structure or rhyme—it is about truth set on fire.
They said I cannot write poetry—
but they mistake structure for truth.
Poetry is no prisoner of rules—
it is wild flame,
breaking its own borders,
breathing in defiance.
If my words unsettle you,
if they press against your fear,
then why linger here,
standing guard at the edges of my fire?
I remain here—
unyielding,
unsilenced.
