Maybe I was born with a gas mask

to be ready for the state of the planet you left me

because you thought you were the only and last

with a oxygen bottles which I have to breathe in

when I fall in love because you will never teach me that

 

Maybe I was born in front of the watchfull eyes of the camera

which guarded my every move and step

in front of the watchfull eyes of omniscent educator

who knew how to program

my every move, word, suprise

on time and without surplus.

 

Maybe I was born with enternal tight skin and youth

That it’s unneccessary to ask

is it real or not

and how I achieved it

Maybe I was born to mirror myself

in all that mirrors

From young age to play with tiaras and ribbons

Trying to forget words such as

Diet, imperfect, height

In a way that I never heard of the words

Hair or cellulite

Acne, uneveness and dispropotionate

 

Maybe I was born to be putted in a bad

by lullabies made out of rhymes of ads

and to be awake by bluish light of television

which repeats same, same, same

 

Maybe I was born like a cut

that should be done by the matrix

in one old fashioned model

too tought for new thoughts

and some strange bulge

on spot it shouldn’t be excisting

 

Maybe I was born to carry a sings

of somebodies impaired ideas

Strange to me

And to cover myself with a common name like a flag

when I feel myself cold in front of the insensitive gaze of the world.