Flagrante plagio o A la manera de Paris

 

I was bleeding profusely

all over my people

these were old wounds

that reopened 

or actually, never closed

the unseen

the ones that seemed like closed scars

bet there there were

in the pain of abandonment

in desregulation

in anger

in feeling unseen

in never putting my guard down

I heard it all from above

from a stranger

we shared a name

she said it softly

but clearly

there's a lot of trauma to work through

a lot

put the work in

don't spill your guts

they might see your thousand cuts