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IN THE CRADLE OF MY ANCESTORS
I lived in the garbage of the slums of a fertile land. I crossed the Mediterranean to wedge my dreams into bleak, unsanitary concrete blocks. I am trapped in a thermal sieve filled with rats and cockroaches. I miss the dust of the ruined roads of my homeland. In the land of human rights, police brutality has disfigured my dignity. Life in this chaotic dimension is a horror movie. I think of the Grim Reaper every day, like a terrified inmate on death row. I numb myself with cannabis to clear the darkness in my deranged mind. Sleepless nights piled up over the years in the furnaces of decay. A solitary existence, without ties, without love, without a story. Dirty hands and a cold heart, fueled by adrenaline against the atrocities of misery. I am a free spirit, detached from the tyranny of conformity. If I don’t love you, I will tell you to your face, looking you straight in the eyes. I am guilty of embracing the innocence of my transgressions. Telling the truth in all circumstances is a blessing that sometimes gives birth to curses.
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