BEYOND THE HOPELESSNESS

will time heal these wounds

these wounds inflicted on me

inflicted by my own flesh and blood

will time heal these wounds

inflicted by my brothers and sisters

while my parents ululate

will that laughter die

the laughter of foreigners

those laughing at our foolishness

what lessons shall we learn

perfecting the instruments of torture

that we are less human

what lessons shall we learn

that dangerous claim to superiority

that we can pick up the broken pieces

pick them up and move on