How long I survived but surviving child hood I did.
Growing up in my family of sin,
where secrets were kept from each other.
Where secrets were kept from the Man.
These were not secrets well kept hidden
where everyone knew or suspected the truth
that something was being hidden.
During my years of sexual and psychological abuse
this was normal I thought about families.
I have come across some young friends like myself
in similar normal situations.
Where the most unbelievable stories of U.S.
are their secrets kept hidden by the side of the road
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem