i grew up <br />under the morning without a sun <br /> <br />like any tree <br />forcing from seed to fruit <br />rooting pain deep inside my mother's womb <br /> <br />born in the redish ink of anguish <br />tangled in fear and gladness <br />in an obscure day of war <br /> <br />inheriting only <br />the cross of my gender <br />just for being alive in a society <br />whom gave me no rights <br />inherently <br />always fustrating a scream <br />pleading justice <br /> <br />but the sharp edge of fear <br />would cut my words before spoken <br /> <br />freedom, i like my own people <br />knew, was merely impossible <br />a nice pure <br />forbitten mirage <br /> <br />those who stood up for the rights of all people <br />now lie burried <br />and desolated <br />and for company only their ideals <br /> <br />oh but the dead speak louder than us <br />the message of their words <br />burn directly to our hearts <br /> <br /> <br />their message written in their own blood screams <br />that is better in life to be <br />as verbs <br />and not empty coward plain <br />substantives <br /> <br />verbs, true heroes and martirs <br />whom i admire and wish i could thank <br />for giving hope and sunlight to my mornings <br /> <br />to dream and be corageous they taugh me <br />my heart will always be thankful to them <br />for the symple fact that <br />because of them <br />i am and will be <br />forever free<br /><br />Xamara Lemus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-and-will-be-forever-free/
