( globalvoices )
My name is Anonymous;
I just walked past you,
but you didn't
see me.
I was born to blend in,
and named to be unnamed --
If I
were sitting next to you
you wouldn't notice
me;
if I were speaking
you would interrupt --
it's not
that you can't hear me;
it's rather
that my words
appear irrelevant.
I would love to be heard,
but my fate
is
not to be.
I am woman; I am disabled
I am blonde; I am shy
I am brown; I was once abused--
I am homely I am fat
I am poor
I collect your garbage
I am an open bruise.
I can't read , I am male
I used to work
in a factory, and
now I don't work at all.
My name is Anonymous;
I just walked past you.
My name is Anonymous,
but when I'm alone
I sing like a bird
I write words that seer
I design all my own clothes
I paint perfect portraits
I built my own home.
I touch people gently
I heal aching bodies and heart;
I love my children dearly
and refuse
to abuse
again.
I listen to you carefully, and
believe that what you say is true.
I cry alone at night
and speak a language known by few.
My Name Is Anonymous.
I just walked past you.
My Name is Anonymous,
but my name is Makropoulos
and I beg you not
to take my words not
to take my songs.
They are mine;
yet they belong
to all the world
