The Silent Rebel (Baby!) Poem by Fie KroC

Rebellious, revolution, chaos!

I speak my words with elation, I sprinkle my words out like a confectioner sprinkle sugar on his cake.
And as I see my words fade away in the dough, just like stars on the night sky as the sun rises, they never fully vanish.
You are may not able to see them, but as you keep breathing air even though it's invisible, my words subsist.
I have few boundaries, and like the feral animals crossing the borders at night time, I slip through the obscure.
I paint the city red with V's, and while some speak the sounds I speak in silent voices, raising the banner of liberty and poetic license.
With my one hand raised in a peace sign, my other hand is a clenched fist, and I write down in ferocity.
The words I hope I one day are able to speak out loud I hide away in my drawer while I wish that everything once will breathe peace again.
Disengaging myself from mental slavery, none but I can free my mind,
I lay down in my autonomy, elevated in enthusiasm, and I fall asleep with a single, but yet powerful word on my lips; ¡libertad! ..