On The Floor

a rant about censorship in the media

On The Floor

 

My words were stomped out

like the butt of a cigarette.

 

Words that I chose carefully

to purge my life of bitterness.

 

Words that disrespected me,

posted on a billboard,

free for the whole world to see.

 

I've been flogged and

treated like an outcast

by strangers and humiliated

in front

of the eyes of millions.

 

Barbs of wire and bags of riches,

destroyed my carefully chosen words.

Shame has been pelted at my back,

in a place that should be

safe to express without attack.

 

My freedom of speech,

has been stripped of me.

Are these the days of

the Puritans?

 

Now I lay on the floor,

all tattered and torn.

Right in the very place,

where my bitter

words were born.

Reviews

[Miranda Rose]

Excellent imagry throughout the poem. It expresses the pain and the outcry of someone who is deprived of their rights, and it's impressive how you captured that with these words. Very well done!