We who were abused,
One way or the other.
We who were traumatized,
One time after another.
We, who were beaten, branded,
Cut, marked,
Crushed, scarred,
Burned and pulverized.
Wouldn't it be glorious to stand up,
Wouldn't it be victorious to finally look up,
And say;
At the end, after all of that.
We managed to make it,
'Unharmed'.
February 9,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem