I often think on the things I would love to say <br />but often back out before the break of day. <br />I would like to stand and shout, <br />to let things all fly out and not worry or care <br />about what comes out. <br /> <br />To fling a cup, shout 'it’s not alright' <br />and know I will not go. <br />I’m going to stay right here <br />and theres nothing that you can say. <br />I’ve heard it all, it’s just the same <br />change the captals <br />in the lines you use. <br /> <br />I often get angry at how I should be <br />and ask why this woman is not free, <br />not able to say what I really feel <br />and slap that wall in front of me. <br /> <br />I dislike the way I’m made to feel <br />and apologise to all that see me. <br />I don’t want to have this cup of tea <br />or dress in pink and yellow. <br />I don’t want to cook or make the beds. <br />To walk the dog or be there <br />when the kids come home. <br /> <br />I often think on all the things <br />that I would like to say, <br />But yet somehow, I know not how <br />I lose my voice and fade.<br /><br />maria goodison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feel-like-saying/
