Is it . . ?

Is it in my complexion?

or

Is it in how wide my eyes are?

or may be

It is in my surname?

Oh. . . may be  

It is in the people I know?

I don't know. . .

and I pretend that I don't want to know

Yet,

Everytime I see you

and all the things reminding me to you

I feel the same pain

I felt years ago . . .

Is it in my complexion?

Is it in my eyes?

Is it in my name?

Is it in the "big" people I don't know?

That makes you fail

seeing me as a complete human

treating me in a more loving way

giving me fair and objective decission . . .

leaving me in the bitterness of the open sore

Yet,

today

I come to an enlightment

to forgive and love you even more

come what may

Sala3 June 07