When they asked me to come here
I should have said no
Shut up in a room too small
Unable to fully move my limbs
Unable to even reach
To strangle myself
So forced to endure
the tiny people
with all the room in the world
to do as they please.
to dance, to sing, to play their games
to run amok
slit the duck
bark the dog
knife the hog
mar the sky
crack the sea
burn the margins
so none may see
their ruby red slippers
they even pull my hair and
kick me in the shins
Maybe if I lie here still enough
they'll think I'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem