GYPSY WOMAN

If you knew what it was like to be me

you would take back the words you said

to reinforce my self hate.

If you knew what it meant to exist as I do

you would close your demeaning eyes

and silence your condescending voice.

If you understood the reality that I endure

you might find yourself discovering respect

for a gypsy woman like me.

Touch the scars and hear the screams

to feel as I do.

How does it feel?

Are you any different from me?

Or are we the same?