I am a man.
I feel.
There is no sense
In which I am
apart from my sister.
I am a man.
I am my body,
and each part of it
in its fragility.
My strength lies
in bending
after broken
I am a man,
I am able of
cruel sweetness
and the sweetest cruelty
I am a man.
My beauty is unintended
And I am made of
insecurities.
I am a man.
I cannot keep
what comes
in
victory
I am a man.
I care
and I forget
I lick my wounds
and nurse my dreams
I am a man.
With no apology
I give my love
and learn from
kindness
There is no sense
In which I am
apart from my sister.
segunda-feira, fevereiro 10, 2014
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