There are ways to know that people are not more than people
You listen
You feel something
You read in between the sighs they make
People cannot save us
People cannot make us good
We are our makers and breakers
I love my mother
She was my maker
But now I am older
There is another one inside me
That I make for himself
This is not going to fulfil me
Once any of these is fulfilled
I just know my ears hear
And I know my eyes see you
More and more
I can truly feel
Every ounce of sadness given to my life
My breath is slow and deep
Steadiness is my being and essence
I am hoping to be beneath the earth
In good time my moment will come
And after all I promised him I would never die prematurely
This is for myself
This is for nobody
But myself