Another Day... Poem by Luana Del Lobo

I join my hands
I see the bruises
It doesn't bother me
It hurts, It's fine daddy
I don't remember what happened...

My nails are dirty
My flesh is rotten
My head is inside
A putrid water tank
And I taste it
It's bitter and salty...

Though my tongue isn't afraid
I've never tasted pure water
I don't know anyone that has
They all think their garden
Has little and cute flowers
Only yellow dry grass
Sometimes just dirt
Others nothing...

I join my hands
Hold my breath...
And I hope for another day...