I scarcely know my origin
A story was told, having it all
I have no plans of my own
From the death of my papa while doing,
The night duty
Usurped from my helpless mother
From innocent to guilty, trained to
Do dirty jobs...
With no purpose of living, just satisfying others'quests
With no idea of my mama's where about
My life is a twist
STEPHANIE APILA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem! ~Zehra~ Young poet