Urban- Poems without verses
Poems without verses by Jaime Antonio
I am the routine story cement rises in this country
What hill on which road trails eighty years in my
Although the evil day is to eat but only reach me
Just listen to your little voice in my back makes me happy
I am the story of my girl that one day his mother went to God
Since then I was the absent father that one day abandonment
Pus never understand how one can deny our blood
Pus never understand as there are people that nobody wants
I am the history between black bags makes a living
Picking up many mornings leftovers picking dreams
In my six years it seems to have twelve and forbid
My toy teddy black white this with me alone
I am the story of this house that my children grow viewed
In his absence I speak today the walls with photos memories
We are two white heads who love and I can not even believe
Love not only the body ages and becomes stronger stale
I am a history which lost reputation among streets forget
No excuse reasons to be proud shame as I am
All sell something in a certain way in this life destination
Do not walk shore knowing that your feet wet could also
I am the history of racism which paints rainbow without colors
Among plastic people to feel less believed more
Because you have eyes but breathe because you have hands but walk
For your staircase leading up to the beginning ends down
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