It has been a while, isn't it?!

excerpts from an immigrant diary

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I used to write when I was two

I used to write at sixteen too

I used to write when I was older

When all my soul became much colder

When I was sad when I was weak

When I was not allowed to speak

I used to write when I was lonely

Being inspired by pain, only

If you like Johnny Cash or Nails

You know the hurt has many scales

I used to sing also, for years

To tame my music with my tears

I used to read; I used to listen

To Wagner, shooting through me frisson

I used to be afraid of people

One day I hid into a steeple

Spreading my wings, rising in flight

In an imaginary fight

I bit down all my dreams of being

The one who is this mankind freeing

I left my hopes in heyday’s tower

I lost my appetite for power

I got some children, nice and neat

I got a husband, the whole kit

It’s all about you, they will say

My plate is full; I got a tray

I had a lot of friends, the same

They’d loved to write, who can they blame?

Leaving their lives, they now perform

The drops of rain in a big storm

I, me, myself, my life, me, me

I’ve lost, although, Identity.

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