Poems from Romii
What makes us human?
It's not our nationality,
Not our ethnicity,
Not our complexion,
Nor occupation, social stature,
Age, gender, religion...
You said that you loved him,
i asked you for the meaning of love.
Yesterday i walked past him and his friends,
Your name was mentioned, so...
Feet dragging, limbs hanging, eyes distant in their sacks.
When old women's families send them here there is no looking back.
They heap...