Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
My lips
My voice
My words
My Humanity
Do you see it?
The threshold which I hold
Delicately above my day
Before I start to feel the pain
Before I fight to maintain
My illusion of balance
I acknowledge that
Nothing comes in order
Waiting for the turn of other
And say
They are released like ripples
Aftereffects of disturbances
The void I desperately and anxiously try to hide
In the corner of my room
Where it's hidden under the handmade rug
My grandmother
Loomed together
But she said nothing comes in vain
They wear the clothes of pain
But they all have their veins' blue blood running between
Waiting to be noticed and to be meaningful
I recite her words
Swallow the bile that climbs up my throat
I hold the torn skin together
With my palm pressed into the wound
Stitched with the strings made of bends
Bending of time
Bending of reason
Bending of time
Bending of reason
Brought together
Brought together
In the handmade rug
My grandmother
Loomed together
In the handmade rug
My grandmother
Loomed together
Loomed together
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?