The words I never said 

I never got to tell her that I loved her

I never got to tell her that I admired her

I never got to tell her that my father is a great man

I never got to tell them to stop taking advantage of him

I never got to tell her that if they loved me more than him,

I didn’t want that love

I never got tell my grandmother,

the mother of my father

that her being good to others

but not loving to my father enraged me.

I never got to tell her that I thank her for dying,

because only then I came to see

the great father I have in front of me.

She will never see this,

as she is in a deep sleep.

But I thank her,

porque la sangre de indio, es el mejor regalo que nos dio.

A los dos.

The words I never said I write

In order to make things right

I need closure cause I’m tired of this plight.

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