The world was angry
At my mother's rasty womb.
I was born an it got worse.
My brother was born
And it felt cursed,
But my mother...she was blessed.
My conspiracy was enslaved
By the pain that sleeps
On my mother's hands.
So heavy that she only smiles tears
When the news broadcast
Another dead albino.
We walked the streets
With fear moon walking upon
Our hearts an their eyes swimming in flames.
Mother why are they looking at us...
You are a sunflower my child.
But in the wrong garden, my brother asked.
Your beauty burns more than flames you can imagen,
You crack the earth with your chicken feet,
You make blind walls to see.
She said with her eyes above the ocean
And her bruised heart
That glued its mouth like racism was finally laid to bed.
My death was the only demon
That made my brother look for a corner
Where his knees will kiss his chest
Forgetting how round this world is.
They killed us like they were singing a national anthem.
The only corner that still lives
Is not at home nor at schools
Nor at the police office nor at hospitals
But his grave.
I promise my brother that he will live.
I promise my mother that's she will sing.
I promise them...peace.
When I reach the heavens gate, my mothers rasty womb will shine
For God will bone it with a smile
Every corner shouts albinism
In bold letters painted on boards
And papers like we all share a name.
My name is not albino...
My name is Virginia,
My brother is Alex
And this...this is our home.
Our four fathers an mothers
Where throne with dust.
How dare you hounor them with blood.
let us all shut down the killing off albinism, they only human juhs like us.