you are more at home now
but let me ask
why are you so ashamed
about who you are?
why do you like what you are
not?
was the child in you
wronged?
if it is that you shall live
and that this is the only means
to your survival
then i shall respect this
mask
this skin above your skin
this face that buries your face
this self that you love
more than what you
truly are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem