Oh, you would love to wear our skin.
How much would you like to pay?
How much would we accept?
Less and less.
Take it for free!
Stop asking.
To skin us alive would be the best option.
But, since it’s available for free,
Maybe, not.
To give everything to you,
To just leave us alone.
But in the end,
To our collective amazement,
All of us gave,
To see our skins,
Worn in carousel,
By a foreign breed.
Our spirits watch,
In horror,
Naked and bitter.
In the end, all of us gave,
The colours,
The fabric of our lineage,
The struggle of our ancestors,
To be paraded as skins by our hunters.
Described with foreign words,
Admired with foreign hands.
We don’t need to wear our skin,
Because we’re already comfortable,
As a humiliated people, naked.