Interned Comments

There's nobody anywhere around can hear you, Your mouth stuck, your lips stitched tight, You want to speak, you can't. Or you're speaking, but nobody can hear you, Or hearing, but only dismissively, Think of me. horrible experiences as a woman. Tony

Then you and I are all the same, with not he least difference, Then you are like me, waiting too for a man, The darkness closes in, no man comes. the darkness closes in. very fine poem.. tony

That is a fight worth to be undertaken, to think of those suffering what the mankind does not deserve.

Think of me, if you're ever interned, If your legs are ever chained. - IN ITALIAN: Pensa a me, se ti accadrà d'essere internato, Se le tue gambe sono sempre incatenate.

Nasrin, the importance of freedom, here, you depict.