When you know that some people hate you
Doesn’t it kill you inside?
When you know they don’t want to see you
And every time you’re near they just hide
To them you’re nothing
Because of your nationality and race
That even they insult you
directly infront of your face
And you ask yourself
Why do people behave in such a way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem