Everyday can be a fight for survival for many people whether it’s your skin colour, hair colour height, disability or ability, possibly something else.
I have wrote a poem in honour of all of us who have to fight everyday just to be ourselves in what can be a cruel world.
Fighting to get out of this box,
The old book,
It does not have the same cover,
Victim of our ways,
Victim of your ignorance,
Book ripped to shreds,
As you can translate,
Burnt on a fire,
Not to keep you warm,
Or to lighten your world,
But because you don’t understand.
If anyone would like to share their struggles or their ‘fight’ for survival please let me know on the comments or via twitter and I’ll get back to you. The reason I ask as I would like to make a poem possibly a video or article to represent people with your permission.