The pain of my home
By James Kenichi
Published in
1 min readAug 23, 2018
You murdered my language,
and stole my culture.
You paraded me like an animal,
and pretended like you had power.
You took my women,
and claimed their skin.
You abused my island
with vanity, rape, and death.
You killed my people for “honor,”
pimped my dignity and virtue,
and then handed me over to your destroyer
like you were sorry.
I am not what I should have been,
but I will hold on to what is left.
Because we are peaceful, happy, and strong.
And we are nothing like you.
