RAISED MYSELF

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I raised myself.
I’m my family.
There is no one,
but me.  I’m a
lone wolf and I
answer only
to God and not
to doctors who
fill me up with
bad medicine.

I want to go
home.  Nobody
should deprive me
of liberty.
If I talk to
myself, no one
should have the right
to silence me.
I am hurting
no one at all.

I raised myself
from the time I
saw the light of
the world.  I was
born this way.  I
see visions and
hear voices no
one else can see.
I have a gift.
I’m the chosen.