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THE WOUNDED HEART In the blues of unspoken words, With silence dominating every space, My innocent eyes down casted in the yards, Only if,i knew of my next phase, I would not waste my genuine words,
Fear of loss Fear of separation. Fear of our country. Fear of my own surroundings. Tell me, should I have this feeling? I was born here, but my blood wasn't. Land of the free? No.
Our World, twisting and turning everyday, with a new surprise, waiting each and every way. My world, surrounded by uncertainty and surprise, not ever knowing, if I am anywhere near my demise.
It came into my life with the strum of a guitar Dad's voice and Mom's smiles He wrote new songs everyday for me I didn't know it was poetry It continued in my life with the cut of my razor
Yo soy Irma
My Family When I look at the world around me, and see how crazy it’s gotten I look up to the sky and thank God for my family