by Carlos Daniel Martinez
I want to go to a desert,
Where nothing can bother me,
Where I won’t bump into anything,
To close my eyes for minutes walking for miles,
To anywhere where I don’t have it planned out,
My eyes shall not guide me anywhere,
It shall be my mind.
I want to talk out loud my mind,
I want to cry when I couldn’t in front of people,
I want to scream when I couldn’t even in my own home,
I want to let it all out,
I want to let my body do what it wants,
I want to sing lousy without anyone complaining,
Howl obscene curses when I couldn’t in a scared society,
Recite poetry and smash instruments and objects, all at the same time,
I want to dance like I’ve just discovered I have legs,
I want to run naked like a reborn baby,
I want to yell angrily or happily at the world and anyone up there listening to me.
Never in my life I felt my body naked under the sun, with the cool breeze,
I never have put my face on a flat surface, and licking it,
I never smashed my fists into it,
I don’t know what to feel until.
I want to say out loud and perhaps yell in never before all my years:
You don’t control me anymore
You cannot tell me what to do
It’s my body and I can damage it up
It’s my body and I can dirty it up
It’s my body and I can fuck it up
It’s my body and I can make love to whoever I want
It’s my belief and I’ll keep believing in it
It’s my political opinion and I can tell any other party to shut the fuck up
I’m not small or inferior
I’m not weak
I’m not quiet
I’m not ignorant
You don’t own me, motherfucker
I have rights too
I have feelings too
I too have opinions
I’m allowed options
I’m allowed opportunities
You can’t shut me down
You can’t corrupt me hard
You can’t slave me
I don’t care if it’s written in stone
You won’t live forever
No one will remember your name in a hundred years
There shall be newer people
Forever challenging traditions, laws, norms, and ideas
All those who oppose them will have already died or be outnumbered
We won’t go violent
That’s only if you drive us to do so
I want to embrace myself
Because I’m beautiful in my own eyes
And goddamn it, I’m sexy and I know it
I’m fucking great
And don’t you tell me otherwise
I’m my own inspiration to live, to fight, to thrive
I’m intelligent under my own ideas
I’m right because I’ve said so
Taking into account what I say will not just empower me
But everyone who needs empowerment
Who needed it long ago
Who need it now
And who will need it in the future.
© Carlos Daniel Martinez
Carlos Daniel Martinez (he/him) lives in New York City where he was born and raised. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from Brooklyn College where he also wrote for the campus’s newspaper, The Brooklyn College Vanguard. When he’s not writing, he likes to cheer for his local sports teams on television.
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I enjoyed your poem, it was very heartfelt. Set yourself free.
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