I am a hunchback
I carry all the words on my back.
They curved my spine,
they drew a transparent line
between others and me.
Although my hunch - you can not see.
But I & all we know
that condemnation could be my final elbow
so I do use my words and I do write
unless I lose my ultimate fight
When people accept my writing
they satisfy my hungry vanity
and condone my disturbing insanity.
As if they say:
“You are a noisy little bleeder. You are a punch.
But you make us laugh and cry.
You have a keen eye.
For we forgive your hunch”.