JUST FIVE

 JUST FIVE

I was just five in Mexico and now in jail.

I can't sleep past the bullets tail.

When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. 

I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes.

I was frail, just five and now in jail.

At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed.

Wagging school was never meant, now a fragment that torments, memories that are so precise memories that have haunt my thoughts but taught my life.

Just five and now in jail, I can't sleep past the bullets tail, If I inhale I Live to exhale, just five and now in jail.

Guatemala is a place for implants, lived there when I lived there and you'll be placing both feet in your own grave and could disappear like a kidnapped infant, I was just five and lived past that age, I am amazed.

Just five and now in jail, I can't sleep past the bullets tail, If I inhale I Live to exhale, just five and now in jail.
 

Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat.

Looking at my family thinking that our freedom has ceased, wanting to take on the guards but only standing at three feet.

Traveled so far to see the rays of light that freedom shines only to see no light, no freedom, just families and children imprisoned.

Just five and now in jail.  

I can't sleep past the bullets tail.

When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail.

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