I count my self-worth with fingers and toes.
With your black hood and terrifying gaze.
You who call me, whisper my name then simply refuse me.
Come forth, don't be shy, you who linger in the dark.
With your black hood and terrifying gaze.
Tomorrow might be different.
Come forth, don't be shy, you who linger in the dark.
No fingers to count, no toes to curl.
Tomorrow might be different.
I count my self-worth with fingers and toes.
No fingers to count, no toes to curl.
You who call me, whisper my name then simply refuse me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem