pizza with sugar

Oh dear Subversive attitude

That pushed me put of bed

And makes me still feel

like a pizza with sugar,

Like a chest served frozen,

Like a promise with crossed fingers.

You Changed me

and make me feel out of place.

Respected but subject of curiosity,

Innovation gives me a glow.

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Moving on

You tell me to move on
Without complaining
Not to ruin the image of your reality.
I will step out
But my opinions are sacred,
Laid in a basket inside me,
And they will be written if not told.
Reality passes quietly and silent
and I needed time to give a name
to all the happenings.
I hate labels but they give the right words
to tell the story
I do not want to forget.