I went to dying

I guess that’s why I felt all this knocks on my body

I did not worked hard

My grandma worked hard, my mom worked 

From the day dressing to its sleep routine

While the family a few blocks up 

Fed me, sang to the other kids,

Teach me to drink watery coffee.

Still I have earned this world

The gift of presence

Of my own presence

The gift of my own self and soul