I am locked up
Cramped, in my cell
Every day the same coffee, but it's time that is soluble
Those good deeds that we regret
Those mistakes that we repeat
In the visiting room, I talk as much, to my son, as to my reflection

I am frozen
I chain the glasses and the winters
To reassure themselves, passers-by must all think that we hibernate
Rocked by the sound of footsteps and the noise of coins in pockets
Between this guy and my dog, I wonder who I'm closest to

I am rich
They want to make me believe that it's a shame
As if I was responsible for all the misery in the world
I owe nothing to anyone, even if the money is lacking
They all want to taste the fruit of the tree I planted

I am sick
But I prefer to say "future healed"
My pupils fix on the needle of the watch that shines on my wrist
Cramped in my body, I look at the world through the keyhole
People will say that I only enlarged that of the Social Security

I am a believer
I am often blamed for being
They blame me for my beard, yet, I have the same as Jean Jaurès
They compare me to barbarians, in whom I never believed
The mosques are too small, so sometimes, I pray in the street

I am a bit lost
My little lungs fill with air
Newcomer to Earth
My first tears trigger those of my father
Luckily, with my family, I feel at my place
But I do not forget that I could have been born in the room across

I am alone
At the end of a corridor, they don't ask my opinion
I've aged, so there you go, I have more wrinkles than friends
I would like to share my mistakes, share my doubts with you
Sometimes, I talk to myself to make sure someone is listening

I am exhausted
But not for long, I'm sure
The ringing of the phone, the pressure widens my wounds
I don't remember the date of my last laugh
I am a man, soon, I will be a memory

I am finally here
This land is no longer a mirage
I arrived by boat but mostly by miracle
A new life awaits me here, much calmer and more stable
This morning I wrote "everything is fine" on the back of the postcard

I am proud
But how to describe everything I feel
When I walk in town, fewer and fewer people look like me
In the elevator, I no longer speak the language of my neighbor
By planting so many trees, there will be no more places for our roots

I am tired
Back pain and kidney pain
The wrinkles on my face remind me of the mountains from where I come
They lied to me, and I understood it too late
They say this country is not mine, yet I built it

I am sitting
And fate has made that I will never get up
In this ocean, I feel like I've always rowed
A puzzle to get on the bus
Go to work, pass their doors
Often people look at me and tell me it's not their fault

I am happy
A young graduate, with a concrete mind, I have amazed
Those who dreamed of seeing me give up
My family is far from here, I hope they are proud over there
I just won the fight that my mother had started

I am confident
I look at my class, a bit too full for me
And I will hold their hand until success opens its arms to them
I understood that sometimes, adults are lost
Because the greatest lessons, they are the ones who gave them to me

I am angry
In my neighborhood, we get bored far from the city
We write, we pray, we shout and I have friends who deal
My older brother is unemployed, my friend makes 5000 a month
At school, it's a mess, soon, I'll have to make a choice

I am far away
What happens at my place doesn't interest many people
For others, we live a dream, yet often, we go in circles
Everything is expensive, with the continent, there is a latency
The beach, the palm trees, but I'm not on vacation

I am discreet
My father told me not to make waves
My religion, a lighthouse guiding my steps since I set sail
It's funny that he watches me and does everything to
Teach me a lesson by preventing me from going to school

I am worried
towards my faith, many haughty looks
I receive lessons from guys who do nothing for their neighbor
Humanity has no more heart, I see the world turning and changing
And I am sad to see that there are fewer and fewer people on Sunday

I am in love
and I don't see who it concerns
except me and the one with whom I share my bed, at night
I love him, we slalom between insults and jokes
To think that not long ago, I didn't have the right to offer him a ring

I am forgotten
my ends of the month are on the edge
It has become rare to go to a restaurant or to see a movie
I am just a number, just a vote, just a statistic
One more point in the crowd
I was just born here, and I feel like everyone doesn't care

I am an appointment, a chance, a football match, a wedding
A protest, a birthday, a hug, a fight
A crime scene, a judgment, a laughing child, a mistake
A snowy mountain, I am the tip of an author's pen
I am the tears of a departure, I am the warmth of bars
I am a five-star flavor or the fat of a kebab
The lazy ones, the night owls, the early risers
The grumblers, the looks in the subway
A racist uncle, an empty concert, the crisis, the depression that tightens the grip
I am excellence, elegance or the hope of a birth
These campaigns in silence, these huge and dense cities
I am, a bit of me and a lot of others when I think about it
I am, France

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