My daughter does not deserve
To have you pick at her skin
Where you promised you
Were growing a garden
(What exactly were those seeds?)
There will be no reconciliation
Where you did not water
Her beautiful virtues-
(you were actually an imposter and stranger
With your broken and troubling vices)-
And the raw organs she continued to
Commit to you
(Not all wickedness is seen).
Your false flags showing
You conquered her land
Can burn with your lies:
Your highs and lows
Show now with the truth
(and the battle begins).
You will not take her soil/
You will not breed with her perfect seeds.
My daughter gives to love and life
You, to hate and defeat.
My daughter deserves
The waves of the ocean/
the beams of the well- rounded sun/
Sparkles of sanctity on her skin
And faith embedded in every part of her body.
Artist Jean- Michel Bihorel