I am Judisse.
I am Judisse,
As Salvadorean originated,
I dream in America.
I speak as mute,
but think so loud.
I paint myself so jazzy as happy,
but unknown depth that no one can distinguish,
I wish so rich,
but do so poorly.
Why not just do it? I say,
afraid that is so vain.
I cry, I laugh, I extinguish heat,
but that makes anybody,
so how do you see me from me?
see above,
I am Judisse.
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