I walk with my family,
in my heart.
Here in this place,
Where I am denied my family.
Here in this place,
my spirit has no space.

I walk with watery eyes,
Where they spit on my footsteps
And pelt me with insults
in tongues foreign to my ears.
I am now a shadow of a man,
a piece of anthropology to many;
Here where my spirit knows no peace.

I wish to live a life,
a life where I can blossom
And open like a rosebud.
A life where I am a being
And my spirit knows peace.