these grey walls
We’re black’n blue in bruises,
We’re grey’n white in living spaces,
We’re red in river waters,
We’re shinier in valleys.
Paving ways in windy shores,
Collected in rocky deserts,
To all my colours not even one said me clear.
We are fierce in burning bridges,
We are strong in falling cliffs,
We fear in darkness,
Bring me to spaces where I belong,
That sun burnt my skin,
Late in shadows of caving walls.
I was here before,
flooding rivers hauling with no one listening.
I’ve closed my windows in those stormy night,
locked myself in and sang my song.
So dull no one understood my language,
so woman cry.
My flaws, my laws
Man! I am perfect.
(2015)
