but at the end of the day
we are always ourselves
it’s not that you want me,
to be somebody else that i see
i see myself but i do know
that you would like me,
to be something else

you can do no wrong
i trip on your halo every time
and every time i pick myself up
and i pay an emotional fine

it is a crazy world
where a european cow
is better off,
than the average african child

they signed up
to an impossible convention
an exploitation situation
with only one,
rather inevitable conclusion

am i my fathers child?
you said,
abusers often abuse
well, are we victims or fighters?
i know what i choose

you get more beautiful
as you get older
therefore it is such a shame
that your life becomes colder
and the pain –
rests too heavy upon your shoulders

i feel better today
yesterday,
dark clouds
rolled across my day