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My heart is blue 

My mind is black 

It is only my soul that fights back

My inside is scrappy 

and nothing makes me happy 

My thoughts come in torrents 

they don’t need warrants 

Like the hungry rebels of France 

They cut my head and then dance

I feel depressed 

I feel undressed 

Only near the sea I can manifest 

Like the waves my thoughts are agitated 

and this soul of mine is saturated 

I am drowning and I am suppressed 

I bleed water out of my nose, ears, and breasts

Then comes a moment when I hear God talk 

God speaks in silence 

And it pushes the world to violence 

I am a writer whose head is full of voices She can’t make her own choices nor can she rejoices