I live in a cage. A cage of animals, a cage of talking
parrots, a cage of chained youth…my breaths are measured and taxed…my cries are torn apart like dry leaves
from a fruitless tree. The branches of thought scraped with the sins of my
past…guilt parched and tattooed…blood like the thick sap carrying germs that
infect my heart…dark, straight strands of hair like shadows of dancing palm
trees. My body is poisoned…poisoned with
hate…my soul is poisoned…poisoned with love and I stand tall…changing myself
with seasons…death…axe me down…cut me into pieces…”me quemo”
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