darkness is my world but tomorrow, be blinded my eyes will be by my ancestors' light of life they call of colors they enjoy and what awaits me--chaos they caused because of me? or because of their desire to own those being left for me? do i need to see the light? or shall i die? within my home of darkness away from their chaos; at home in the womb...
(Poem written on May 27, 2003. 'The First of June'. Today is my birthday, thank you Mama and Papa. To those who inspired and challenged me, I am grateful. I will continue dreaming and reach what I dreamt of.)
