How I Am

I walk on eggs, I step on the break and I measure the words

I’m antisocial

I love to come back home

And lock the door.

But I face anything

As long as it’s not a cockroach.

I’m shy

But I pretend not.

I like to sing and to think

I hate milk since always

But I like cheese and cream.

I’m of peace! I swear I’m of peace!

I give an ox not to get into a fight

And a cattle too.

I walk on eggs, I step on the break, I measure the words

But happennings happen

Rebelliuous words escape the rule

And hurt like a sharp sword.

I let it go almost everything

But if I say “Oh” the world ends!

I inherited the ferocity of the Ferreiras

And the sweetness of the Rezendes

I love poems

But I’m really in good Prose.

I am what I am,

I let it go.