"What are you doing?" My mother asks me one evening. I keep it short-
"Listening to poetry." I answer.
Not "listening to slam poetry about feminism".
Not "listening to slam poetry by about woman empowerment".
Not "listening to slam poetry about the lgbtqiapd+ community".
No, i don't tell her that,
i tell her that I am simply listening to "poetry".
CZYTASZ
naïve
Poezjaan ongoing collection of the ups and downs of my life in poetry from around October 2016 up until the present date :)
