to be born in the dark swamp in the eternal cold of the distant and inert folded in the shadows and in the mist

born hating the light that rejoices laughing at the destinies that it traced

hating the sun for appearing on beautiful skins that perpetuate happiness

reaching out with the rage of the one who has the right

I burn with strength to take the shine from it by drowning it in the mud

that goes up my feet

with the strength of my heart i get up wildly tearing it

what they say is called love

I trample it spitting with my words the hidden truths

what we weren't told when we were born

what was insolently denied us by scrubbing its blood desires

and death