there was something in the past
that burnt me
you were there innocent like someone who does not belong
to earth
you never had he wings of an angel or even that of a bird
the chicken in you shames me
you were telling stories that i had no right to listen
because they hurt me
you did not know, you were a stranger in my heart
i was shattered with the news
you laughed at me, that was my first shame,
i fetched water from the well, repaired the leaking roof of the
house of my father, did not talk to mama for days,
regretting that i was born
with a limp on my leg, a black mark on my face,
a weakness on my heels
i did not change anything, it would be impossible
i must live all my years, and you shut your mouth up
you know very well, that despite everything
i am human and i have the right to be here
and you went your way, and i avoided the cross-crossing of
our paths
i live my life well, and that is your shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all God's creatures on earth, good and evil.