Do not speak of the hard sparkle and crystal
Transparency of carbon crushed and burned;
It means nothing to me.
For in the face of terrible pressure and blistering heat,
Diamonds become hard of heart,
And nothing can scratch them.
I am a lover of smiles and mended hearts
Because I am not a diamond
Shining immaculate on someone’s right hand.
I am daring and caring, warm-blooded and passionate.
Like you, I am vulnerable.
I too, curse, and I too cry, and I too get angry.
I too, have a heart, soft and beating,
Which leaps and flutters under the river of time.
I am me, pure and imperfect and powerful.
And one day, I will tear walls down
until i am something
that sentences and antecedents cannot express
because i blow open like so in the wind...
or am i flying?
i am unfiltered, the
my name is freedom,
musician-poet, martial artist, mathematician
laughing, crying, yelling, young and defiant!
To burn bright and fast like a lump of coal,
The wild type of flawless
Where one day on fire
Trumps a thousand of years of solitude
Trapped in a coffin of perfection.
Short and rich is the unfiltered life of coal,
Long and dreary are the days of perfect stone.
Because we are real.