insistent onomatopoeia…


[how] to tell you [where] [which] [when] [why] [who] [what]

[who] could convince you [how] perfect and lovely you are
[who] could show you [what] you don’t and didn’t see here⏫
[who] could make you feel [when] you don’t and didn’t live
[who]’s the therapist without being a psychiatrist of [which]
[who] could metamorphose censorship and break any rule
better than poetry [where] any thought attitude of the poet
is to tell you [how] [where] [which] [when] [why] [who] [what]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Sometimes, when I feel invisible or isolated 
by those people who I don’t even know ’em, 
I tuck myself into good feelings, then I make 
from my present a gorgeous party, expressed 
in percentages of vibrations capable to shake 
any answer without question and vice-versa. 
It might sound pretty bookish, but justifies 
the reason for which I feel powerful & loved, 
admired, smart and intuitive, and also, envied 
by persons who love using their complacency 
accusing that false tiredness. Hereby, I chose 
to get transfigured in a beauty fiction or poetry, 
in a song or insistent onomatopoeia as others 
to can feel the incantations of a wildish soul.

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
 trrrrr acia, trrrrr ha ha 
trrrrr voom bam, trrrrr ha ha 
shalalala… ya 

HafananaAfric Simone

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