I wanted to live
So I cut off the umbilical cord
Does it matter if
With my teeth or a sword?
I wanted to love
What else do but stalk?
Should I have asked politely
Waited till we had the ‘talk'?
I wanted to understand
So I jumped out
With or without a chute
Does it matter since
There is no truth without doubt?
Yet for all I wanted
Everything I do is a crime
Waiting for the right courtroom
And the worst one of all
Is the courtroom of time
Yes I needed to be a victim
In a place where all claim to be
I needed so many people
The least one I needed was me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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