Resettled
I am child escaping from mom's spanking
I ran back to your arms, life-taking
I hate you but who else
Can go to, can I see?
With your tongue and culture you raised me
Therefore you are only, the only and only
I know well I hate you, you hate me
But where else can I go, refugee?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know well I hate you, you hate me But where else can I go, refugee all that we experienced in the childhood remains in us throughout our lives. you are expressing the childhood trauma. thank you dear poet. tony
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