I wrote this poem was inspired by the girl who’s mother and sister were murdered a couple of weeks ago, whom I wrote about in the last update. I won’t state her name, but it begins with O, hence the name of this update.
You can’t change me,
I am what I am and I’m set in stone.
No one can dig me out because everyone has pushed me in,
And in the streets I roam.
My situation is “bastante fea”,
I’m fed up of feeling miserable like this,
All the time and every minute of everyday,
I’m waiting God to throw another fist.
You keep telling me that I’m strong,
Can’t you see that I’m crying?
Can’t you see what my life will come to?
Can’t you see I’m just about surviving?
You’re rich my friend, and don’t you forget it,
You’ll never understand my troubles,
Maras, death and people treating me badly,
While you sit in vain, growing your designer stubble.
I bet there’s no Villa Franca en Inglaterra,
And you’ve already told me people with no work get money,
While I fight for every single peso I can get,
And eating “churros” for dinner again ain’t funny.
I know that you care for me,
And I really appreciate that you do.
But please don’t give me advice on life, hombre,
Because in my eyes, you’ve never lived.
Good news is that this girl is now back in Casa Alianza and is, at this moment, safe.