you’ve been hurt and ill
for such a long time
you’d think it was clothed with you
when you started to breathe
they gave you medicaments;
pills, syrups and injections
just to rid you of the pain
when it only multiplied them
you still feel the same
but this time baby, I’m here
don’t die still: I’ll take care of you
Georgia won’t let them hurt you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem