Feel the sand

In between my toes

“Are you sure

Are you ready?”

No, I’ll never be

But my history

Is not going to distored

Due to myself

Read the hieroglyphics

“Tell my story”

With the pain

And your stains

I tell my epic

For my mom

My grandma

My ancestors

Who couldn’t

So with all due respect

Stop ignoring hieroglyphics

And I hope you’re miserable

Why?

Because you made mine