I assume more my feelings;
However, my instincts,
I can not control them.
I say to myself: I don't have prejudice.
However, when people shout: “Queer”
I've got furious due to it.
I know more then yesterday, since I've been studying;
However, I've been praying
To God gives me luck from what I do.
I'm better than I was before;
But, I'm still uneasy
When my past emerges before....
My past, before
In this present that, today,
Touches me in my memory.