Enough - I start walking and it's enough.
I start walking and I feel like a small fragment
of humanity... of humanity.
I've gone down the street with my head bludgeoned
by comments on my dirty body.
Enough - I start walking and it's enough.
And I feel like a secular rage made of confinements,
fears, traumas and escapes - I remember
when I was 13 years, 13 years with the air around me like lead.
I remember my face on my fingers, broken sentences
and a hundred excuses, professor, to get your hands off me,
you thief of my adolescence.
Enough but what do I have left?
When awareness comes down on me, I kick myself.
You don't realise what's going on, your problems are like bites
and your mind doesn't move on.
I was 13 years, 13 years with the air around me like lead.
I remember my face on my fingers, broken sentences
and a hundred excuses, professor, to get your hands off me,
you thief of my adolescence.
Enough.