What happens when one is the victim standing
out in the front yard like a mangy old dog
and the heart cries: Don't slam the door, let
me in. I'm not the enemy you think I've been.
What happens when the system is closed and she cries
with stories untold, of false accusations and twisted .
motives from the accuser of her soul How can he think I'm the enemy in sorrow, she cries
when all my good intentions have been denied. He doesn't
see me as I really am: he's drowning in his world of the Dragon's Realm Trapped in the never ending cycle of avoidance and control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem