A poem by Anastasia Babusenko



I’m only 18 years old

I am afraid that all that matters of me is money

And that my name will disappear with everyone else


But I’m only 18

And already know that I may not be worth much

So don’t be surprised that I sometimes overreact

Or give up


I am 18 years old

And I don’t care anymore, I am done proving myself

I will not give my soul for money


Even if that trap has been set, be a different person

Who can see the difference between black and white

Be ready to fight, and seek freedom

But you are only 18 years old