Por favor dame color
O calor. Amor.
But I don’t ask.
That’s what I’ve been taught to do,
or not to. Tough skin, titanium within.
I learned to speak in muffled silences.
Sweet treat. They say I’m discreet. As if
a compliment. It fucking bothers me.
While you think I’m meek and weak,
I shake and sweat my dark thoughts to keep away.
All my energy drench on making sure they don’t sift through,
filter through. They have a way of getting into every artery and vein.
Dilate, increased heart rate.
Bleeding into my pores and blanching the membrane of my hairs from root to split end.
Don’t take it so hard, friend. ‘Cause now I laugh like I’ve got diamonds encrusted in me.
Don’t call me docile or timid.
I’m a dark ocean, soaring and vast
No te preocupes
Nadie me dijo
Sola encendi la llama
Que hoy me da calor