A poem dedicated to the children of Yemen.
Look at me.
I’m made of bones
My rib cage can be seen through my torn clothes
My dry eyes can’t seem to form anymore tears
I have skin thinner than paper
And I’m shaped like a skeletal figure
“Soulful eyes and chubby cheeks”
I have no flesh and my eyes are weak
I don’t even look like a child.
I’m a human made of sticks
But am I even human?
My home is a graveyard
In a forgotten barren land…
My body makes you shiver
It makes you wince and quiver
And all you do is take a picture.
Why don’t you save me?
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