Look at me
Bones wrapping my shoulder flesh leaving my torso
Look at me
A young gentle youth filled with piles of woe
Look at me
The eye of my owner, whom had weight poverty to their grave
Look at me
Crossing rivers with blunt vision on a sacred mission
Look at me
Leaking unilled wounds inflicted by the struggle for existence cure
Look at me
Bending and standing with the mass of corruptions looting my strength
Look at me
Young and gentle but yet bare the scare lined of a dying age
Look at me
And tell me more about the hidden image of myself
Look at me
And bawl to me my picture contrasting my present reflection
Look at me
Young and free but yet dying old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem