'You are not Kurt Cobain's suicide letterYou are his favourite composition
You are not fading away slowly
as he wrote in last paragraphs
It's better to burn out than fade away
You are Nirvana'
I wrote these lines before
Commencing my new diary
Dear Diary, it's so queer-
the way I console myself.
I have to meet people in this world
And yet the strangest will always remain me.
I call myself the Frida Kahlo
From her self portrait with cropped hair
I will cut short my hair,
if my lover falls in love with it.
I fell in love with the Mexican artist since I fell in love with myself.
Art is her redemption.
Poetry is mine.
And if poetry redeems me,
I have to make a promise.
An oath to give it back to her
What you can say-my life.
Since a child I learn to fight with Thought Police.
I screamed two plus two is four
And it echoed till the whole world listened.
My poetry is written with blood
Blood flowing in my womb
Ready to give birth to a new movement
Strong.
Dark.
Resilient.
Outrageous.
And you see they will be read aloud in temples
For thought police cannot deny my entry to anywhere.
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