Mono
I don't speak the language of my people, but I wish to. I am usually discriminated against because I don't.
A bird with wings that cannot fly,
A star in the sky that cannot shine…
A broken wing grabs me by the waist,
The example I am – this is my fate.
They turn their backs and look away.
My answers, not lies, are plenty brave…
But an answer can change their newly thoughts
Their demons and mines I’m soon too fought.
I’m not the same like I once was
The ones I loved – the ones I trust
Gave me fate and I’m to rot
In discrimination –
As if a devil gave me a wish of sin…
A battle of lips that’s hard to win.
I never thought that this was hard,
Their turned backs and lips sown shut
I’m left alone in a world so same,
my fate returned ready and back
Are puzzles left in the rain.
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