To cause a smile,
I must force my own one,
Even if it may seem
The saddest, unforgettable smile...
As our homeless souls wandered like gypsies
In search of a resting place for our misery,
My skin was blue and black, rotting
Amidst the riot for survival.
Still, I have masked my wounds from you.
Beloved one, I only did
What a negligent father ought to have done-
I took the punches
When it was easier to run.
I put on that smile
When it was relieving to cry.
I gave you all of me and more
When there was nothing left to give.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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