When I feel lost in this world 
full of potential 
and twists and turns 
When I feel I have no place 
in structured conversations
and I barely recognize my face 
When I have no friends nor foes 
or at least I can't see them anymore 
my aunt, my cousin, my dad propose 
that art is always open 
that poetry will always listen 
and my history is my token 
I am the culmination 
of my family's art 
So I will work 
and tear myself apart 
with verses and rhymes 
and paintings and designs 
'Cause our history has no end 
so long as on my shoulders it dipends