In the dark, I've learned many things
The pure of heart and the ones who give anything,
It's all the same no rich, no poor,
Just the ones who stay and endure
God bless them all
In the dark, you find the living
In the dark, the rich complain about the light,
The poor reach for it with all their might
We just can't seem to get anything right
And while we just divide,
The lights run out
We try to pick up the broken pieces
To keep them all alive
But death is sometimes better than living in a lie
God bless us all
In the dark, we find the living
In the dark, we all want the light
The people, the rights
We just can't seem to get anything right
And while we just divide
The lights run out
The broken were already charred
Find this opportunity to set the bar high
We all wait for someone
To save us
But we already had the key,
In the dark.
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Colonialism and María
诗歌A collection of pieces giving voice to the emotions, grief, and trauma that I felt after the catastrophic hurricane Maria passed through Puerto Rico. The first three pieces are my interpretations of unfinished fragments I found in my sketchbook reim...
