My Poetic Justice Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

How good am I at hiding my pain?
Stored behind figurative words
Sodomizing verses and stanza to quench my thirst
Claying potting these words
Making sure they stick like glue
Glued to this feeling of sorrowfulness
Making fun of English terms like a drunk English bastard
All are likeness terms
None speak the truth about me
Masquerading like a genie of words
Great poetic words ain't empirically impossible
The paper drips of blood ink
That's my poetic paper
The paper is in pain
That's my justice served