POEM by SURVIVOR KATHY MOYA

Unsee, Unhear
by Kathy Moya


They say to "un-see"
The tortures that be,
Everywhere;
all around me.

If my eyes dare stray,
Then I will pay,
For mine will come
the very next day.

When the screams are clear
We're to "un-hear"
By singing a little
ditty of cheer.

Staff says:
"Let's have a song!
No, it's NOT wrong!
I SAID sing a song!
It's a sing a-long!"

"And sing with a smile
For, it might be a while
Before that kid
stops spitting up bile."

"A broken rib?
Let's give him a bib!
For you know him,
he's telling a fib!"

Staff says:
"You're rib isn't broken!
We know you're just jokin'
So you can go back to drinkin'
and smokin'!"

And I think to my self:
He isn't joking,
can't you see?

His rib is sticking out
as plain as can be!

Can no one see this?
NO ONE but me????
Oh yeah, I forgot,
we're to Un-SEE!

I can't take any more!
I want to walk out that door!
But I can't since they'll stop me

Once my feet hit the floor.

I hope I'm not here
for eternity!
It's tough to un-hear,
It's tough to un-see,
all the tortures taking place

all around me.