Mother bleeds in the newborn,
He leaves the room, as I’m born of the wrong sex
Never thought to be enough
I grow up with names of others
Names, I still recall
And never really understood why I was addressed to them
In the deepest days
I tried to break free and feel no pain
But fell in the broken floor
Got hurt and still feel bruised
I want to live in the new world
I want to cross the ocean
And abandon memories
It always feels lighter without luggage
Touch a new soil and smell the skyscrapers
A glass of red wine can be a good friend sometimes
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