Two of the same
I am like…
No, no, no, I am one
First Nation and slave
Though not of
The Andes; Alaska, Africa!
I have lost root and tongue
Not the as they have
But most words and letters in our use
Are enforced; aren't mine…
What was mine has become treasure
Just to see…if ever…in windows.
I know of our kids killed
And know of rape and whip!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem