rapping

I have to tell you…

no lyrics made me cry

except rap music.

no poet.

and when this happened, was odd, because

I used to cry so rarely, that I even thought

I had a soul anomally.

I searched my life to find my heart.

in anatomy classes they teached us

where god put it,

but I questioned that guy’s poor work.

(we all can do mistakes from time to time,

is true,

perfect ones too.)

so, in my case and for some more,

I was sure he forgot to fix it

or turn it on.

I lived for decades at North Pole,

preserving myself to stay alive in such cold.

I was holding myself in my arms,

to keep body warm.

last autumn, when tears

started coming into my eyes,

I remembered they were talking a lot

about allergies,

on televisions and online.

That’s it!

was not.

were all those rap rythms you shared

and this is how I opened my arms,

daring to face my North Pole.

was you, with your rap sounds,

not the world climate crisis.

icebergs are melting and sun

burns us closer.

waters grew higher and ate some islands,

humans keep searching secondary planets

to destroy.

on streets or media,

they scream Apocalypse! Apocalypse!

I can’t stop these salty drops

to fall.

such happyness for finding my heart

inside, somewhere, here.

this means there is no error from god’s side.

the guy just played around,

rapping, puzzleing,

maybe bored up there, in his black sky.