Star in the making

All my life I have been mourning

the deaths of people who still inhale air

I've been trying to strenghten

a family tree that's broken in the

roots, my whole life, my whole entire

existence I have been asking why me?

wondering what I ever did wrong

to deserve feeling this out of place

what happened with these branches?

leukemia, prison bars, guns, rivers,

fake love, forbidden love,

cursed love..

I can name them,

one by one all the things

to ever destroy my people

to take them away too early,

or save them too late..

maybe that's why

I'm the dolphin in the

shark tank, the troubled star

in the milky way, the thorns on

the roses, I'm the one

who doesn't understand anything

yet knows everything

the one who still wants to believe,

find the stories on the white pages

the one who wants to prove

that some wounds do heal completely

and though I was born rotten

to the core, ruined, and destined

to sin I can still prove that

open hearts are all you need.