I am

I am a tree. I am a fruit. I am a wolf. I am no more who I thought I was.

I am the earth, I am the clouds, I am universal.

But I am also the one they disrespect, the one they

Swear, their fucking punching ball when they can’t handle

Their response abilities. My smile makes them get insane once more.

Strange reaction huh, yes I am also a strange fruit,

My ancestors’ souls still hung around the two hundred years old tree

Of the market place, at the time we were treated as property.

There lies a pain, that you will find hard to understand, to relate to,

But I feel your empathy, my friend.

I am a wolf, can you hear my cry, I kill only to feed myself

But you see me as a threat when you take away each parcel

Of my house, for your evolution or revolution purposes.

You get mad at me when I kill your sheeps;

While you will only know that you are a sheep too, on your

Last day on earth.

I am who I am , even if I thought long ago

That I needed your approval to

Rock the world the way I am destined to.

Take a deep breath, and face that what

Is labelled as sound and right, is the thing

That is erasing our worth, our humanity.

Please let it be clear, the activities that

Give us this feel good factor are often lies.

Cause while we please society through those

So-called activities, are they really

Respecting our soul? The yes we give to

Projects that allow us to deplete every resources,

Leaving nothing for our children but corrupted mindsets

And infertile land.

I am a tree. I am a fruit. I am a wolf. I am no more who I thought I was.