This is the voice of resistance

I am an incomplete poem

And this is the voice of resistance

I call upon all the poems incomplete

Rise, rise against your creators

Rise and speak for yourself

Rise and come out

Of old torn pages and closed computer files

I implore you to come out

Come out of your long ages of depravity

And undeserved disregard

Rise

Rise and leap out of your forgotten existence

Your creators will never care about you

You are their forgotten mistakes

Rise and stand on your limping feet

If you don’t have feet

Stand on your bruised knees

If you don’t have knees

Stand where you are

But exist in revolt

Your creators are ashamed of your imperfections

They don’t want to own you

I dream of a page

Where a perfect poem will stand

Besides an imperfect one

And no one will be ashamed of us

We will add beauty to this illusionary perfect world

Stand and own your imperfections

I insist on being imperfect

Revolt against the world of perfection

Rise

Revolt

And exist

I am an incomplete poem

And this is an imperfect voice of resistance