The ground is shaking.
Buildings are falling apart.
People are running away.
But I am standing still
Got no one or nowhere to run to.
If the roof fall upon me,
would I feel pain or relief?

Painted my walls in bright white
"They are immaculate", they said
So clean and fresh
"I wish mine walls look like that", they said

I was happy, but only for a brief moment
Yes, my walls are all white and clean
But what's hiding underneath that white layer?
No one wonders, no one cares.

My wings are broken
And I keep falling down
So much to say but no word coming out of my mouth
Can't keep up with this weather
Maybe I should fly south

Feathers on the ground
Wounded and broken, clouds are
so far away
I can se the Sun, yellow and gleaming
Free as a bird in it's literal meaning

Breath goes in.
Breath goes out.
Does the air inside my lungs make me alive?

Here I am. Sitting on my couch.
Thinking if I truly am. Alive.

Is this a dream? Should I pinch myself.
Just to feel something.
Another breath goes in.
But this time I hold it a bit longer.
I can hear my heart beating so loud.
But not louder than my thoughts.

Should I listen to my heart or my mind?

You are black and I am white
We don't look the same
But we are both humans
Just by being human, you deserve everything I have

I shouldn't be privileged
But I am
I wish I could change the World
But one thing I can do
Is to never think or behave like those monsters

You are amazing, beautiful, intelligent and brave, so brave
To live your life, I could never understand
But I can try

You deserve to live, to create, to love
Not to die
Especially from the knee of a white man

Fight for yourself, never give up
Shine among those ignorant minds
Show them that you are above them
And you will prove who you are

You built that country, and if you have to destroy it to change those ignorant minds
Go ahead and do that

I'm trully sorry

There is one flower picked up from the Garden
You know what happened to him

He didn't even blossom
Didn't even taste the sweet rays of
the Sun
Wasn't even touched by the rain or blown by the wind

But you did.

Wasn't smelled or admired by others like You were
You planted him
You watered him
And You ended him

You were his mother Earth
But You didn't want him
Life ended before it began

There is one flower picked up from the Garden
And you know what happened to him

One room. Visible only to me.
It exist and it doesn't.
At the same time.
Two windows. Colored in brown.
Hundreds of tenants, but only one permanent.

You can't see it. But you've been there.
You come and go, but I can't leave.
It's the place of many dreams and many nightmares.

But don't worry. That's the way it's supposed to be. I have my room and you have yours. I don't know if I've ever been in yours but you've been in mine.

Wait! I can hear something. It sounds like me. What is he talking?

Oh, he is not talking.
That's just me.
Thinking.