Angelina's Turn

A black girl

born in a poor neighbourhood

to drug addicts.

A black woman

wandering around

searching for stuff.

Angelina 

saying no

to the wrong man

at the wrong time.

Angelina 

in the dark

under a dirty bridge

on the muddy cold ground. 

The wire getting tight

cutting her flesh

eyes widening

vanishing slowly

drowning into her fate.

Angelina's turn to die. 

Nene

Mataram o Nene.

Quem será sentirá falta dele?
Onde será que foi enterrado?
Será que doeu?
Foi faca ou tiro?

Mataram o Nene.

Que subia e descia esse morro
sorrindo e brincando
falando nada com nada
falando demais.

Mataran o Nene.

Quem será que foi?
Quem será o próximo?
Quem será lembrará dele?
Será eu?

Mataram o Nene.

Gentle Giant

Like a rock
like the moon
like a big important thing guiding you.

Like a child
like an old man
like someone who really needs a cuddle.

Like a library
like wisdom
like everything you should know.

Like laughter
Like a joke
Like smiling on bad days.

Like a gentle giant
Whose heart is too big to live.

Rebirth

Slowly moving
shaky hands on my keyboard.
Listening to the sound
of words being born.

Flying thoughts
twirling in circles
asking me where to go.

Wondering why
it took me so long.

Reborn.

Mirror

I see her

but I see me

sitting there wondering what to do

how to do it and

what if?

Warm eyes and dark hair

a light soul searching for more

a lost angel that`s never flown,

so what if?

What if I try? 

What if I decide?

What if I can fly?