roll back the stone!
take your chains
of ignorance and fear
from around my neck....
take your shackles
from my feet....
nobody owns me,
and nobody ever will.
i am not a number...
i have a name!
Heck even livestock on a pasture generally have nicknames, if not ones in common use. Institutions are determined to take even that from us. Great writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kudos! Powerful and moving poem.