FINALLY

Beautiness of all grows in me
When my tongue finally awake
To the smell of lavishing conversation
With my dad and me.
No longer do I feel the black abused
Underneath my thumb
Nor the feverish worries
Of being killed for expressing.
What need to be confessed?
Out from the depths of my arteries.
A nice cooling water srpinks in my
Mind instead of the heated bubbling
Words of hate and misery
He brought for me but I am now
Fine my bed so calm
That pillow so warm the sheets so cool
I am warm in life pleasure.