I'm dying! Because I'm forced to be born in the midst of a war I don't even know, I die without breathing. I'm dying because my mother's womb, seen as a trophy booty, will be born as an unwanted baby.
I have no idea that I'm dying between the bombs, the bullets, the ruined buildings on my head. I'm dying because I don't understand what's going on, I'm not crying out of fear and my voice isn't coming out,
You know I'm dying because I'm out of here? I'm dying without even knowing who I'm dying for. When I have to run and play, I'm dying in fear of fear. I'm dying because I can't think of a child who's gone, because I can't sit in my mother's warm lap, or just stand by my dead parents.
You know I'm dying? I'm dying because of the rape of my body, my soul, and organs that have been raped by people who think that my tiny body is considered the booty of war and that they have every right.
You know I'm dying? This is two-way; I am dying in the middle of this war where I live both cold and cold, for someone's own interests, my mind that is polluted without being born, my body that starts from infancy and polluted to the childhood of my childhood, and then in the world where my child is slain.
