I Am, Soul, I Am...
Author: D’Bara Arruda

And now?
I am Black
I am vast
I am hard
I am the void of everything
I am the threshold between light and dark
I am not words
I am whispers
I am the stone beneath the cold earth
As the foundation of the obscure wall
I am gold that implodes vanity
I am the libido of perverse desire
I am human exploitation
I am reality
I am the fear of the insecure.

Ps.
I am the question that won’t be silenced in the abyss
that lies between blind ears:
Who made me this way?
Why was I made this way?
And for what was I made this way...
(Whoever knows the answer, may he castrate himself)
— “And even if the question exists in the brothel rooms,
where contemporary history flirts
and martyrs itself to the cravings of power,
I am already superior to the answer.”