*UMA POESIA MINHA NO NEW YORK TIME*

I’m angry because you seem so slow at times.

I’m angry because you don’t understand me.

I’m angry because you act as if you think you can make me better.

I’m angry because you think you know so very much but you could know more that is useful and true about me and you.

I’m angry because you point the finger at me and ignore what is wrong with you.

I’m angry.