like i had to work hard to deserve
even the basic, for granted things.
i couldn't just eat, i couldn't just be loved.
in the same way i would compensate for a meal,
i always thought i could only love after making up.
i had to keep scores so i could stay one step behind.
i had to suffer to prove to myself that i was deserving. what a heartbreakingly silly thing to have
My heart bleeds for the loss of my homeland How I hope
that my feet touch his ground and breathe his air. I ask my
heart, and it answers me and torments me, in love for my country
and grieving for its separation. only my heart understands what
is going on in my arteries