“
Sometimes
I mutter
as I walk
people stare/pass by
on far side
To be
one of those
desolate men
lounging in
stench alleyways
forever talking
to the wind
their words
bullets
people shy from
But I’m a woman
conditioned
to nurse screams
like a mute child
I write”
– Opal Palmer Adisa
AnatomicalHeartz 