Who are they? Why don't they see? Aren't they human?
I do not know the answer. So I stay here, watching the river flow, just hoping no blood will spill into it anymore.


Who am I to you? Do you see me as your slave, your property? Am I only supposed to give birth and raise your children; to fulfill you wishes - sexual ones, too - like a servant? Ain't I more, the mother, scientist, worker, fighter, keeper of culture, protector, friend, human being? I wonder if I will ever be able to trust you...again.