Isn't it enough for me
To be a blossom of humanity
To breath the beauty that
Is meant for a being standing
All alone in the rain of sorrow
Walking all alone in the breeze of sighs
Waiting all alone in the hope of escape
Seeing silently the stealing of unseen childhood,
Isn't enough time to let the words from wounded heart
To depart
So my weary fate decided to wear the unheard words to impart
In an appearance of unasked yet unanswered questions:
Why am I painted with pain?
Why am I tagged with tradition?
Why am I extinct while existing?
For what reason?
I have to keep the imposed treaty? And for what reason?
I have to veil my soul from equality? and for how long the unknown heartache will be hidden from unknown reality?
Wait a minute my stolen childhood, to whom am I speaking?
To this world where life is sold on conditions, that's who.
They deserve to know how my childhood was stolen.
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Art
PoesíaThis is my soul expressed on paper from the love in my heart to the thoughts in my mind the words from my hands to the feelings and emotions buried deep on paper I begin to speak this is me sparkling on the rooftops of the mountains to the shinin...
