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Growing up surrounded by politicians
is something the world seems to imply
onto women like me but it’s nothing
in the world of someone trusting.
I’ve been through and had enough
of the corruption politics has on me.
All the scandals I’ve known about
as a child of the nineties.
It’s barely anything if you stood
beside the devils of the crimes.
Granddaughter of a President
who gave out speeches
for those she governed and trusted.
Made a friend of a former foe
because of what she knew about
every past lover a politician has.
Never used it to threaten their livelihood
but used it to defend myself
and everything I’ve done in the past.
I know nothing and everything
all at once but I’ve never been the one to fall.
Since December, I knew that one day
it will all come back and haunt them.
All the lies. All the torturous crimes.
Spanish lullabies and iridescent colors
making its way out of the bluest ocean.
Crazy feelings and deafening noises.
Should I know where I stand
when I’ve been made speechless before?
Democratic rights and those wearing red
to a funeral of a forgotten hero.
I don’t know if the young knows
when to run around and say,
“It’s my time to save people
from the ruthless game of politicians.”
I’m left surrounded by those who thinks
romantic orientation is a fad that will fade.
I know myself and who I am going to become.
Counting the days for when people will get
the final portrait I’ve painted at eighteen.
How much will it cost for everything to be alright?