I am not weak,
I am sensitive to your slights,
sensible to my facts,
clear in my rights…

No, I’m not fragile,
I am impressionable to your contempt,
aching for your comments,
sorry for your disdain…

No, I’m not labile,
I fought and fought,
for being resounding,
for always telling the truth,
without any angry air…

No, I am not weak,
nor fragile, nor labile,
I am strong,
resistant as a diamond…

And I can and I want to change this my world,
when you did not even dare to change your words…

Let me go,
go and find your way,
and forget this Cay,
that already straightened its collapse…