Mary Jesusa Villegas
would mean tragedy,
I have come to the point
where I've cleaned
and I can now
But I just need to
in a world where
is not my kind of
I can't dance
with its beat.
in the world
and you cannot
see me there
because I am
I always hide
And I'm doing
for me to
myself from hiding.
I just need to
create my own
-dignity. So that I am always sure of
surer than uncertainty.
And I don't want
to be hypnotized
by the exhausting, sick
patterns and rhythms of society
of deceit and traps
- in the world of uncertainty.
Not that everyday would mean
Not that everyday
would mean troubles,
would mean tragedy.
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