What does it look like out there?

What does it look like out there?

I have been gone

For so long

I know what I imagine is wrong

But my passion is strong

And all I am asking

Is for these masks

To be detached

And discarded before it becomes a fatal attraction

“the blood of my ancestors boils within my veins”

Pain from the temperature rises

With every surprise

Society designs as disguises

So,

Why is it

That my condition is not my decision?

Yet, my decision to transform my condition

Is penetrated by the incentives

Of different enmities

Friendly enemies (if there is such)

Stand my position

And open my eyes

Looking miles past the wines

And decide whether life

Is a fantasy or just fanatically real

You try dreaming between cement and steel

And feel what it like is

To bleed from a womb

That is already been healed

An immense feeling of gratitude

Fades with every soul

That you steal

And still

I allow every essential element of love

To envelop my tears

Tears that are neither fallen, nor forgotten

But rather,

The fuel used for the fire

That reside in my breath

My eyes and my chest

Do you know when was the last time

I had a fresh breath of air?

I forgot what that shit taste like.

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