I’m scribbling through life,
sketching scenes in my own eyes,
floating through the streets trying to survive,
as the world just goes by,
the day to day seems to mesmerize,
in a place so full of light.

My minds living a lie in this city full of smiles,
facade of growing roses,
in a world of sleeping hope,
how do you ignore the painful screams knocking on your borders,
when mother-earth is begging for some order?

Walking down the street,
grabbing your coffee,
I wonder if your mind wanders the globe each day like mine,
wishing you could change people’s lives,
making it easier for the oppressed to survive.

Like glass shards,
pieces of you have stayed within me,
stuck in the crevices of my skin,
stabbing pains all over my body,
a canvas of unknown scars,
you’ve stained me like a ***** sheet,
just a tragedy,
of course you had to leave me,
you got what you wanted,
but now you’ve left me with open wounds,
no thread and needle,
did you ever even want me to heal?

We are raised to make life complicated,
form our lives into maises of accomplishments and disappointments,
labyrinths covered with hurdles,
constantly accompanied by stress,

but why did no one ever teach me gratitude,
for being able to feel the wind on my skin,
and sun on my back,
rushing sensations all over my body,
how beautiful air sounds blowing through the leaves,
entering my lungs,
oh how grateful I am to breathe,

rarely do we take a step back and see,
we’ve create our own destiny,
fueled our own misery,
taught our children how to learn and listen,
but not how to be thankful for living.

My blood has boiled to the brim of my skin,
burned my bones,
bled me dry,
now I can’t feel a thing,
but the weight of my shoulders drifting down on me.

You see,
anger runs through my veins like oxygen,
laces across my body,
tangles me within its grip,
I don’t dream because sadness runs my night routine,

Oh,
how dare this body let me sleep when there are human beings suffering?
I may wake up when the sun comes up,
while someone's child may never see daylight,
so who am I to sleep in peace,
when lives are taken away daily.

And who am I but a lost soul,
begging for a kinder world to wake up to.

You praise your troops for fighting for ‘your land’,
while telling your friends “we need to get these migrants off our land”,

but you seem to forget how your land was made,
out of bloodshed and tears,
through the death of indigenous,
they took a place that wasn’t theirs,

and you fail to see your own contradictions,
because who fights for your land,
not just Americans,
but also the same migrants you’re begging off ‘your land’,
an army of the poor and struggling,
not the ‘real Americans’,
you claim to be,

you seem to forget,
no land can ever truly be yours,
when you take it out of someone else’s hands,
force down the faces that nourished it,
and destroy a home you had no right to grab.

I can’t love myself,
but I still need to be okay,
because all I need is to survive,
and love won’t always get me by,

people leave in the coldest ways,
and one day I’ll want to leave myself,
and break my own heart,
because loving myself was a joke to start,

I won't drown in self hate,
but I refuse to live in a trap and deprecate,
maybe now the sun and moon could agree,
and let me live somewhat happily.

How do you live with pain that’s not your own?
the tears I cry are not for me,
with an aching in my chest that wakes me up at night,
to remind me not everyone will see tomorrow’s light,

How do you live with pain that’s not your own?
but consumes your whole body, mind and soul,
till you don’t see your life as it’s own,
because your heart beats to someone else's tragedy.