never again you promised
but your promises are lies
I was born dead
my cradle was my tomb
I scream out in pain hoping someone will hear
but the world is deaf to my cries
when they deign to respond,
they tell me the littered bodies of my family is collateral
you say you are defending yourself
as I cling to the cold embrace of my mother's corpse
I wonder what sin I committed
to be born a prisoner that sees the birds fly free overhead
YOU ARE READING
For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormálníA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
