Even though she feeds me
The bread of bitterness,
And she sinks into my throat
Her tigress’ teeth,
Stealing my breath of life
Leaving me breathless I must confess,
I love this cultural hell
That tests my youth.
Her vigor flows
Like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength
Erecting against her hate,
Her bitterness sweeps me
Away like a flood.
Yet, I stand within her walls
With not a shred of terror,
Distantly I gaze
Into the days ahead,
And see her might
And wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s
Unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures
Sinking in the sand.