all my life long have I looked at peace
they fight amongst themselves
they growl, they crawl
they don't know who they are
neither do they know me?
they tried to break me
but like lion I held my head up
and I resumed.
they spit their bitter words
hoping it will break me
it made me
I have realized how strong they made me
now I can fight my own battles
I can use words instead of violence
they taught me so much
they taught me to hate
they taught me to raise a hand on a person fit enough
to be my mom
mom! who is mom
I'm talking about the escalator of news
the elevator of gossip
the looser of all battles
I am just too dead to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem