Sorry

I come from no man’s land

where you either die on your feet or live on your knees

the land belongs to the insular

their lies are poignant and obtuse

I am from the calumny

from the “you are a failure” to “I wish you never been born.”

From the stoic catholics who taught me hate.

I am from the city where every child suffered from starvation and lacked peace.

My past does shows what I’ve been through, but it does not define me.

I am Colombian, most importantly, I am me.

I am Eder