Two years of age,
Supposed to be playing,
But stuck in a "cage",
Doesn't know how,but she's praying,
Tears running,eventually drying,
But starting all over again,
She can't stop crying,
She's locked up for no gain -
Just because she's an albino,.
She's so innocent she doesn't even know,
Its not her fault!
Just at two she's been through a lot,
More than anything,she needs love,
She deserves love,
The amount of melanin has nothing to do with levels of being human,
Because in the first place there's no level of being human,
We all inhale and exhale oxygen and carbondioxide (respectively),
We were all born,
And we'll all die,
No one is more or less important.

I will be dead
and become posthumously insane

and I will remember Suzanne Vega
every time I hear your name

I will take that look
of Vivienne Westwood's

and I will sing and sing and sing
and sink and sink and sink

and I will not think
of the appropriate things

Because I will be dead
and become posthumously insane

Even though long scarf does not suit this neck
and gas oven does not fit this head

and .38 caliber revolver is not
something a 17 year old girl would own

there is no need to worry
because now I know what loves me

It is not the explosion, not the oxygen
Not the carbondioxide, not the cyanide

It is the water, any kind of water
the tears, the saliva, the seawater

And I learnt from Haruki Murakami
that even a plastic bag would do

Mimicking the deepest sea
The sensation is true, is true ----

I remember; you liked a lot the word drown
You liked a lot the word drown

I didn't lie to you, When I said I'm busy,
Maybe in a way only I could understand,

I was actually busy converting oxygen to carbondioxide in my Lungs,
I was busy trying to please my creator and wondering if heaven is real,
I was busy wondering, why religion is the major cause of pain today,
I was busy thinking about how I could meet the Aristotle's within my peers,
I was busy planning how to esacpe the current mess I found myself trapped in,
I was busy putting off negativity and others trival opinions of me,

Sometimes this is my busy and I'm unapologetic about it.

I can not thank the womb that bore you
I cant thank the village that raised you
I see how you are a star in their eyes and a moon to mine
A friend can be so beautiful that makes all carbondioxide smell like Oxygen
Though i may not thank all
I thank the path i took when i came across you

OUTTA THIS WORLD

would you care to step out into this
nitrogenoxygenargon&carbondioxide
we the only aliens at the human disco

"You have a very attractive
temporary arrangement of
molecules!"

this day trip to earth was
over
we took the next spaceship home

OUTTA THIS WORLD

would you care to step out into this
nitrogenoxygenargon&carbondioxide
we the only aliens at the human disco

"You have a very attractive
temporary arrangement of
molecules!"

we dance under
the disco ball
light from a distant planet

this human kissing
goes"... ooooOOOOOPS
inside your head!"

day trip to earth
done and dusted
take the last spaceship home

OUTTA THIS WORLD

would you care to step out into this
nitrogenoxygenargon&carbondioxide
we the only aliens at the human disco

"You have a very attractive
temporary arrangement of
molecules!"

we dance under
the disco ball
light from a distant planet

this human kissing
goes"... ooooOOOOOPS
inside your head!"

day trip to earth
done and dusted
take the last spaceship home