Sitting here with my leprosy


must call “unclean, unclean”

Don’t look at me

Don’t try to see

the mold that is surrounding me

– The sin, The sin –

is all I am

That’s all you see

I stand condemned

Sitting here with my isolation

Don’t look my way

’cause I’m contagious

The disease of me

you think you see

– is hidden –



So don’t get close

Just look away

Invisibly I cleanse my stains

I hear the words

with mouths they say:

“Don’t look at her

’cause she’s condemned.”

“The silence is her punishment.”

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