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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem