Trying to let go
In darkness
With candles
Finding roots
In this new old city
A spoiled child
A woman
A healer
A rich pink anarchist
Who am I ?
That’s why I write tonight
That’s why I listen to my ‘breathe’
In silence
That’s why I whirl tonight
By myself
To reach freedom
To pray for freedom
A prayer to be my essence
A prayer to be
