I.
Born with heavy loads of histories
With fingerprints removed.
And the heavy loads of accusations
Hit her on the head.

“What my ancestors had left me with
Are the things I fear the most.”

Walking out with covered face,
Several hands grabbed her hard.

“They brought me my histories
Those that chocked me to death.”

She is the no-name.
 
“The debts of those up there
Are paid by me.”
 
II.
Eyes are out of stock.
And the mouths are on sale.
“Just an ornament”
She bought a mouth.

“The mouth is stained”, said the father.
Wiping off the red dye,
Several hands grabbed the father hard.

They came.
The father never appeared again.

Shivering,
She re-dyes the mouth.
“The debts chocked me to death”.