When the morning hits,
Sunrise mourns.
When I see you,
My stomach roars.


Glass full of toxin.
Room's insidious criers.

Tell me,
Why am I here?
Why are you so scared?

Look through the window.
Naked,
It is easier.

Like freedom.
Like space.
Like something I long for.
Dance.

Forgive my language.
For, toxin speaks out of me.
But still...

Morning waits for me, just to say:
“Hey girl, you are not free...”