Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A

I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.

Who Do I Belong To? How Come I Mortgaged My Being Till I Don't Belong To Myself? How Come I Sold My Blood? And Who Now Owns My Indecisions, My Hands, My Private Pain, My Pride?

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

Love, What A Long Way, To Arrive At A Kiss.