The ones that we dont see

 


I woke up today thinking about those who suffer, about the ones that cannot speak and the ones that we don't see. I'm not interested in naming them because I know that you already know of their existence and if you are reading this text I'm sure that you are not one of them. This group of disconnected people doesn't share anything but their lack of representation, they are the ones that history books do not concern about, the ones that have passed their whole life without voice and image, the ones who suffer and cannot complain. 

You will never find between their lines a famous or powerful individual, power for them it isn't something real and reachable it's an old joke that they never laughed about. Be aware of pretending to know who i'm mentioning cause if you ask me to explain them i wouldn't be able to do it but nevertheless we all know of them. All the cities of the world are built by them and all the cities of the world reject them, the things you like they hate and the things you hate they like. If they could speak all of this would end and if they could act be sure that things would be different. 

Where are they? You demand knowing their place. Who are they? You demand with the certainty of knowing who they are. 

They are those who cannot laugh and those who cannot smile, they are the ones that we don't see.

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