I have lived for 14 years in your country,
Hidden from all eyes,
Sold by my family
For food and basic household supplies.
My hands have been red raw
With sores from inhuman chores
Why are you so surprised?
My smile dimmed by long months underground
My songs of joy slowly depleted until I make no sound.
I am here and here and here beneath your gaze
Why can’t you see my face?
Your poem is a gentle cry from the heart not a shrill complaint, yet it holds the secret of your inner suffering. You must write more as you have the talent to write poetry and more important a voice against an appalling crime. We poets are the voice of dissent and protest. Join us.
Well done and thank you for this brave piece of work.
Keith
It happens. And provides the reason why we should never
underestimate the lingering inhumanity that seeps across
borders and stifles awareness.
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Douglas MacGowan
Mon 5th Nov 2018 21:51
Strong meaning in “l am here and here and here”. Good encapsulation of the unfair situation of being overlooked.