Past are the many episodes that molded my crooked being
Resting in peace wherever I chose to leave them.
I came out of my old skin like a shed snake in the grass
Hoping one day I forgot all those deeds that ashamed me.
Life is not a canvas to paint only glorious passages
It is a recollection of pieces scattered all over.
It is a collage of evils and goods stuck together
Impossible to pretend they are only ghosts.
I proclaim my manhood today because I know
When to feel the pain and being able to look behind it;
How to rejoice in the magnitude of my benevolence;
Where to look for new awes so my spirit can delight.
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