Poem by Carlo-Marcel Dube; Hidden pride

Hidden Pride .
I keep my mouth shut

So i can keep my hide.

Emotion like in a nut

Enclosed in cant be wide.

Truth a dream to live but

Scary it is to take that ride.

From my hands the shackles cut

But still he thinks better of his pride!

I now transform to be loud

For even in silence i suffer

Let my voice be heard by clouds

And the world rumble when i wake

For even now as i walk

I am not seen as a man

But a creature, of manhood not given

A bug, on the social beast sucking

Of the last of morals left

To try and propagate more.