Peruvian Blood
What's this dripping down from my chest?
It doesn't look like blood, so what is it?
Is it my love, my passion, or is it my soul?
My ancestor came to me in a dream.
"Pursue your dreams" is what they said, "but NEVER forget that you're part mine."
What does that mean?
How can I be yours if i don't even know who you are?
My joy left just a few days ago. My sorrow started just a few hours ago.
You can give me advice on things I don't want but not on my needs?
I'm falling into a deeper pit but I see a light.
Is it you again? My ancestor or am I falling too fast?
I know what it is now.
This thing that's falling from my chest.
It is not just blood but it is also my love.
For Jasmine & my culture.
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