NaPoWriMo – 9 – Where pens draw Blood

A poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write.

I wasn’t born
Where pens draw blood.
Words won’t turn
me into a terrorist;
Freedom of expression
Is a First world privilege.
So if you want a confession,
From a white western rhymer,
A break-down of fear and obsession,
You’re wasting your time.
There is nothing
Too fearful to write.
There’s nothing too taboo,
I’m not a Palestinian poet
Or a Paris cartoonist,
I wasn’t born
Where pens draw blood.

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