you can put me
in your slavery prison
you can silence my world
whitout giving me a reason
you can break my two
legs to stp walking
you can shut my mouth
for ever to quit talking
but I will stand my ground
until you hear my sound
screaming Im not your doll
Im standing here to free my soul
do what ever you can
here Im standing my ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hanna, I've had some difficulty appreciating exactly what you convey in these poems. But now I think I'm getting it. My suggestion is that you continue and perhaps even increase the output a little. Your work shows much compassion and honesty, and I hope to read more.