i grew up
under the morning without a sun

like any tree
forcing from seed to fruit
rooting pain deep inside my mother's womb

born in the redish ink of anguish
tangled in fear and gladness
in an obscure day of war

inheriting only
the cross of my gender
just for being alive in a society
whom gave me no rights
inherently
always fustrating a scream
pleading justice

but the sharp edge of fear
would cut my words before spoken

freedom, i like my own people
knew, was merely impossible
a nice pure
forbitten mirage

those who stood up for the rights of all people
now lie burried
and desolated
and for company only their ideals

oh but the dead speak louder than us
the message of their words
burn directly to our hearts


their message written in their own blood screams
that is better in life to be
as verbs
and not empty coward plain
substantives

verbs, true heroes and martirs
whom i admire and wish i could thank
for giving hope and sunlight to my mornings

to dream and be corageous they taugh me
my heart will always be thankful to them
for the symple fact that
because of them
i am and will be
forever free

Xamara Lemus

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