Love and other demons
In the beginning of time
I didn’t know who I was
I came to this world without a cry
I had faith in nothing but my senses
I felt, observed, and had thoughts that I didn’t know if they belonged to me
I could feel sun’s warmth. Warmly it shined on my hair
I heard dog barks, footsteps and laughters from the market where they sell slaves
I was hated the day I was conceived ill
With no understanding of what demons that they called was in my body,
I only knew they feared me,
So I took it for granted and faked it.
If not, what else shall I have got?
My happiest time was singing with demons in languages they don’t understand
I endured pain to the point I became immune to it
Until one day I felt love started to grow on me
From that day, it was as if thousands of scissors were cutting inside my body, tearing apart my organs
I knew then that demons had indeed chosen me. I had no choice.
I was meant to live with them,
Until I accepted them.
I ate all the grapes, and forbid them to grow again
I let demons destroy my body so that they cannot touch my purest soul
— — A poem written after reading Gabriel García Márquez Of Love and Other Demons