I fall to the ground,
Barely making a sound.
Tears betray me,
They laugh as they see.
My arms are held above my head,
'Dont make a sound! ' they said.
Looking up I see my Mother,
As my lower half is held by the other.
Small sounds of torment,
I didn't give my consent.
Please, please make it stop,
I think as my spirits drop.
Eventually released,
My fear is increased.
Curling up in a little ball,
A small cry escapes as I begin to bawl.p
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beyond sadness and grief, I don't know what else to say ; (