Angel Eliz

Things will never be the same

I wanted to sing, but my unhealthy environment stole my voice. They snatched away my passion and clouded my inspiration.
I wanted to dance but my environnement shattered my joy. they stopped the adrenaline and castigated my inspiration.
I wanted to walk; I wanted to paint; I wanted to write; I wanted to act; I wanted.. . but the environment has despise my dreams.
 In truth, in love as in war, all shots are allowed.
Now, My ART, never again, will be ignored.

By dint of crying, my tears ended up being out of stock.
By dint of shaking with fear, my body ended up being insensitive
By dint of stammering, my mouth ended up being silent
 By dint of being the victim of injustice, I ended up doing my own justice.
Justice is Me