i am
as they say, lucky.
i escaped the camp before
they took me.

i am
as they say, lucky
where shall I go?
my homeland is destroyed.
my people are dead.
and my sisters
are raped by the dogs
who slash their manhood
as babes.

my mother was killed
stabbed in the lung, red red blood
splatters everywhere onto me
she wove my hair with stories
and offered food to the hungry
for asherah she did this

my father, his head was
a toy, kicked in the dirt
by the males, screaming
with lust
they smirk they know their lust
will be soon fufilled.

i think her blood is still in my hair
there is no water to wash
it will dye my locks forever

i have no skills
i have no relatives
i will starve in the desert.

i am lucky.