I don't make excuses for who I am. I have seen I'm one that is damned. I'm no hero. I don't think I'm a villain. Or am I anything at all. Dreams say I'm condemned. My thoughts say I'm cursed. My wife says I'm forgiven. My children's laughter says I can get repentance. Not sure I deserve it. World has sent more ways to kill me. Yet here I stand. I'm no demon, I'm no angel, am I even a man?
Born hated, but unwaivered the man was strength. Notameohmésêhese father and Congolese mother. Born 1927, he fought his way in this world. Unchanged he fought on his way out. My father was a very proud man. Military hated him, only a cook negros can't see. My father pushed through the ignorance. Made his career where he wasn't even excepted in a country that refused to except him. Very proud of his accomplishments. He instilled in me not to allow others to decide who I am. When I was in prison, only tear I ever seen him cry History...
The stance in the dark. Seems different in the light. Even my shadow seems opaque. Have I found more clarity. Have I just found peace in a moment. Have I finally made my way completely home. Do I still shed tears in hell peering into heaven.
Is breá liom ach tú. Tá mo chroí fíor duit. Do bhandia mo lae. mo bhanríon go deo. Ní féidir leat ach mo phaisean a scaoileadh. Lig dom do liopaí a bhlaiseadh arís dul ar meisce ar do uachtar lavish. Tá m'anam measctha leat ach is leatsa mo chroí.
I awaken in the vault. Deep in the heart of the strandhills. Place brought me heaven and hell. Standing the cliffs watching sails. Ireland you'll always be my home of origin. Also where most of my tears dwells. I've danced with the devil on rainy nights. Stood helpless watching witches cast spells. Colombia is my home now. I bid you bitter farewells.
World full of hypocrisy. Killing ourselves hidden guillotine. I came from struggle. I lived in strife. World painting pictures of a vartious blight. Men aren't allowed to be men. Castrating us brings life to an end. Or maybe I was right im truly condemned. Made a few friends but more enemies. Feeling like maybe I'm just a disease. Behind closed doors plot genocides. While they carve artwork from our hide.
More than political, biblical, drenched in blood philosophical. World gone crazy acting ignorant and wild....