The Bulletproof Poet Speaks
You can’t kill what burns eternal —
I am made of whispered prayers and midnight screams,
Forged in the furnace of resistance,
Tempered by tears of the forgotten.
Shoot your bullets, they pass right through
These stanzas made of steel,
These verses carved from survival,
This voice that echoes from every broken home,
Every emptied village,
Every prison cell.
I speak with the tongues of thousands:
The mother searching for her disappeared child,
The worker crushed beneath progress’ wheel,
The refugee whose name you won’t learn,
The trans youth cast out into darkness,
The indigenous warrior defending sacred land.
Try to silence me —
I’ll only grow louder.
My words are seeds that sprout
Through concrete and concertina wire,
My rhythm is the heartbeat
Of revolution’s drum.
You cannot redact the truth,
Cannot censor the wind,
Cannot arrest the tide of justice
Rising in these lines.
Each poem is a pocket of resistance,
Each metaphor a molotov of hope.
I am the graffiti you can’t scrub away,
The song you can’t unwrite,
The story that survives every burning.
My ink flows like lifeblood
Through the veins of the uprising,
Carrying oxygen to suffocating dreams.
Let your batons fall —
They’ll meet metaphors that bite back.
Send your riot squads —
They’ll drown in floods of fierce verse.
Build your walls higher —
My words will grow wings.
For I am not one voice but many,
Not one pen but thousands,
Not one dream but millions.
I am the poet who cannot die,
Because I live in every heart
That beats for freedom,
Every mind that imagines justice,
Every soul that refuses to bow.
So come with your censors,
Your laws, your locks, your lies —
I’ll keep speaking truth to power
Until power speaks truth back,
Until justice rolls down like waters,
Until every voice finds its verse,
Until every story gets told.
I am bulletproof
Because I am everyone
You tried to silence,
Everyone you tried to erase,
Everyone you failed to break.
Watch my words rise
Like phoenixes from ashes,
Like fists through tear gas,
Like hope through darkness —
Unstoppable,
Unsilenceable,
Alive with the power
Of all who dare to speak.
