I was born a poet
I was born a poet
In the time of flowers and handwritten letters
Already making rhymes with pens
A poet of romantic verses
When love was pure emotion
I was born a poet
In the age when neighbors shared
The TV, raising children, and the matapa stew
A poet of the family era
I was born a naïve poet
Of friendships that were not fleeting
Now liquidated and cheap in social
Networks without real communities
Lacking values, identities, and personalities
But as a poet, I keep writing
Of this love that is slowly fading
In values, behind our backs
But these are not moral values
Nor are these backs thresholds
They are monetary values
They are backs heated with flames
Of power, pride, and the arrogance of the boss god
Crowned by the gods of supremacy
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