Once when I was in that place,
fear ran down over my face.
Scared that I would be found out,
I hid in various places about.
All alone in a barn like shed,
a beating heart, a hurt head.
The snow covered the prairie ground,
I saw my breath in the air around.
Thinking that this life’s not fair,
how much more would I have to bear?
Shall I risk it? Shall I a run?
Will they see me and point their gun?
Doubt emerged and entered my space,
for I was the unlucky unchosen race.