In pain and proud…
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"Amira's"
She is nine
In contest of the songs
Very young sang a good opera
They saw her copy of
Great "Callas"
That was when I thought of a cousin:
"Your cousin down the road
Was somehow hungry
Searched pockets
Lost money
Not pride."
His fingers made firm fist
And he used to slam
Hard beat midst
Abdomen
"Belly"
"Pain made me forget it."
That was his story:
"Live in pain but proud…"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem