Made for shame
Worn with pride
This band on my arm is mine
Yellow star
Scream out loud
Who it is I know I am
Number me
Strip me down
Make me face a stone brick wall
Fire shots
Laugh it off
It's not me you're shooting at
Keep me round
Let me starve
Skinny, skinny I become
Voices whisper
Hands reach out
Screaming
Yelling
Fighting
Silence
Survival.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fascists I fear are once again trying to once again run America.. iip
I would be interested on hearing your thoughts about that, if you are willing to share.