THE REBEL

I am the litmus of society.

The thorn in her flesh, 

I am the sealed lips unleashed,

The storm in her wind, raising up her skirts.

I am curiosity's folded arms and pursed lips, roasted meat hanging ‎on sharp sticks

I am the wrath of a child's unanswered questions...

The product of a thousand covered scars...

Voiced perfection at its best, ready to start again from within,

I am shrill as the deafening silence that came out from the open mouth of the yawning labourer,

I am the difference in the mainstream world...

Indications of a world divine.

I am the future, the present...

Now.