Tribunal

The pressure in my lungs always gets harder

When inside my ears I hear them say: “you need to say something”

Making my voice immediately sound loud and loud

About the oceans between my memories and claims

The thing is, never in history there was a storyteller who doesn’t believe in itself

So the story never dies deep inside

Even though it’s a lie

For the times that February has 30 days

The state of “this is never gonna change” is a necessity to open and say

But no matter where I’m

Every time the fragrance of one of my biggest fears

And the rough texture offenses my 10

I feel home again

What if it’s a drop and not oceans then?

I’d like to make myself believe that I don’t need to tell if I don’t want

But I feel like they are not different than me when asking what they can’t

Defined by many of us as the cruel ones or the ones that make you feel like you’re much more than the rest 

The cold hearts or the warm houses 

A lot of times those who do not care 

The ones who judge 

or the ones who said

But when looking from the sky

They are all on the same land

Thinking that they need to tell

But always asking what they have always said

Pretending they are on one side of the fight

When they are the pressing question and the lie

Like you and I.