Breathe

I am the daughter of many voices.
It has been made so,
I can pass from one place to the next
with different eyes and mouths and minds.
It has been made so.

The wind that surges cross my brow
has been there before.
It paints inside of me a hollow home that
once upon a time, meant life and death and it
has been there before.

You carry you painful you
I carry secrets of shades and hide your features
through a song that never really ends.
Because no one wants to see you.
Because no one wants to know you
I carry secrets of shades and hide your features.

Friend.
Foe.
Forgettable.
Forever.
Frantic.
Feverish.
Fun.
Frenzy.
Flop.
Frown.
for

us.

Breathe.

- By Rosa Lisbeth Navarrete

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