viernes, 31 de marzo de 2023

being me

Everywhere I go

            I feel like a stranger,

                        like I just came out of a spaceship.

 

Everywhere I go

            I feel the same looks,

                        I see the same masks,

                                    I hear the same laughs.

 

When I'm in my land

            they see me as a hermit

                        as an outcast.

 

When I'm in another land

            they see me as a foreigner,

                        as someone who should not be there.

 

Everywhere I go

            I'm a radical,

                        a pariah,

                                    someone you should not be seen with.

 

When I speak my mind

            people open their eyes wide,

                        cover their mouth in astonishment,

                                    look at each other with disapproval.

 

I try real hard to not care,

            to keep going,

                        to be invisible

                                    or to silence my thoughts

 

Even the computer insists on correcting what I write,

            suggesting better ways of being me.

 

But I'm tired of conforming,

            I'm tired of trying to fit,

                        I'm tired of being what the rest want me to be.

 

That's why everywhere I go,

            I keep being the same old bastard,

                        the same old communist,

                                    the same old radical,

                                                Because someone must, and it will be me.

viernes, 10 de marzo de 2023

más

Yo quise ser más,
porque me pisaba,
y quise cambiar
pero no me daba
ciencia ni paciencia
tampoco las ganas.

Quise brillar más
y me oscurecía,
y quise gritar,
pero no podía,
estaba, cantaba
pero no me hallaba
trataba y trataba,
paraba y seguía

Yo encontré mil piedras
que se atravesaban,
yo las esquivaba
pero ellas venían.
Luché con dragones,
aviones terribles,
que hacia mi venían

Yo quise lo oscuro
convertir en día
pero encontré un muro
que me lo impedía
y cuando saltaba
entonces, crecía
y el muro cantaba,
ladraba, escupía
y mientras yo estaba
sentado, moría

Y luego cansado
de tanto atropello
envalentonado
dije: se ha acabado.
Me fui levantando
rompiendo, gritando,
un fuego, un derrumbe,
un hombre que nace
de entre las cenizas
de la incertidumbre.