Past Life Poem by Jesume Sioco

Can you blame me that my heart grew cold?
And I was coldly spurned?
That crowd draws a wound to my heart
And still breaks continuously apart

When crowd puts me down and
See me struggling in the depth
Hate and face them with sham
But you know I don’t give a damn

When they so coldly crushed me down
This wretched girl and forlorn
But I’ll soar up high to gain respect
And I don’t care what they expect

As I close my eyes and sleep goodnight
Pictures flashes has darkened my eyes
Anger shall reap as they have sown
I know shall keep it on my own

My Lord I pray so deep
Uttering myself with burning hiss
Shed tears and I remember so well
That when they led me to hell

I never give them hell.
I just tell the truth,
And they think it is hell
Words that I never used to tell

Start from the beginning after the end
Still looking for strength
As I walk along the way
And Find myself on another day.