I write broken poetry

By Chath pierSath

 

I write broken, ugly, un-ryhmed poetry on

The pages of my journal, dipped and soaked

With vinegar and Cambodian fish sauce

That smells like my sour underwear.

 

I write from a witness stand point of view

As a survivor of mass genocide. 

I write because I want to forgive those who had

Done me wrong, carve hope out of nothing,

Make faith bigger and stronger than myself,

Make up realities to suit my pleasure and

Plant garden around the dead to remember

How they died, the agonies they took with them

And the delight they must have from being free

Of this suffering world.

 

I don’t really care who read what I write

Because I write for myself and I write

About those who are too fucked up to write

About themselves so I decide to write for them,

Give them my blooms, show them my dick and

Religion all at once. 

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