My parents kept me from children who were rough, Who threw words like stones; Who wore torn cloths; And climbed cliffs, BECAUSE; they were broughted in streets! I feared more than tigers their muscles like iron, And i looked another way, pretending to smile, As I scared from their eyes, I longed to forgive them,Yet They never smiled.
my parents were trying to protectΒ Β me from those children who dont have any language to talk;!