Bianca McCowat Poetry

I’m perfectly imperfect
I’m impressively near
I’m maturely child-like
What do you want to hear?

I can contradict my breathing
Can be wholesome and real
One thing I can’t and won’t do
Is feel

Do you think you own me,
What is your reason?
Are you conscious of this,
Fascist lie!?

I’ll aspire to your boundaries
I’ll listen to your lies
You can mould me view point
But you can’t change my eyes

Read my fucking words
Listen to me tone
I’m over all your talking at me
Leave me alone!

Poet: Bianca McCowat