Cries and Cries

Memories of my past self

Remembering being born beautiful

Wiping the little one’s tears

Out of my eyes

Every now and then

At school

At the mall

With my family

In front of my therapist

While talking to myself in the bathroom

In the smell of my city after the soft rains

In the white people on TV so divorced from reality

In the whispers and catcalls of men on the street

In my stutter and sometimes even in my unsure gait

Everywhere around me, these dreams: so close yet so far away

I see with my eyes

And feel with my heart

Almost with my tongue

But never touching the dream it seems

Still asleep

Butterflies dancing around my head

Memories, that’s all they are

The cries of my former self ringing in my ears

All feeling the same in my eyes ◆

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