Always in your darkness

Always in your darkness, always in your shadow.

Grappling, scratching, clawing, climbing like a dandelion growing through the concrete,

To be myself, not relentlessly compared to you.

To emerge and metamorphoses from the caterpillar trapped by your darkness to the wild and beautiful butterfly I am.

And be better, soar higher, beat the impossible expectations of how you are better,

More educated, more wise, cleverer with your words.

So you like to keep me flattened, to never be as intelligent as you, as good as you.

But I am pure and innocent.