-cide - Poem by Amer Jag
Kill me for I am not of those
who walk under your sky,
one of those who stand on the firm ground,
my fathers were obviously wrong,
so kill me for I am not one of you.
See these wings, rip them
rape the sense of my belonging
and make me sorrowful piece of existing,
while I do, until you dare to take one step further
and kill me, for I am not you.
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