In spite of this world
And my enemy which is love
Which is hate
Despite a forever that doubts
The minds duration
I’m blooming
Alive
Breathing April in
So this life is not for granted
Not for everything
Could this body live in grandeur
Just for the sort that I am
And just for the sort I try to be
It is bliss
Just to try is worth it all
Worth all of this
-Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 