The accusation

They say me killed big man.
Important man.
Many guards. Many rings. Many words.

They say me planned it.
Me don’t know how to plan like that.
Me just… there.

Your Truth

Me carry things for work.
Boxes, Heavy boxes.
Up stone stairs, Tall place, Too tall.
Many steps.
Me no like high places.

People yelling.
Above. Below.
Fast words. Angry words.
Me no understand.
Me keep walking.

Then…
Me foot slip.
Stone wet.
Box fall.
Me fall.

Everything fast.
Sky spin.
Chest tight.
No breath.

Then...
BRUK.

When Me wake…
People screaming.
Man under me.
Not moving.
Blood on him.
Blood on me.

I say: “Me fall.”
They hit me and say: “You kill.”
I try again:“No… Me fall.”
They don’t listen.

The Sentence

Big room, Cold.
Too many eyes.
Too many words.
Me don’t understand most.
But Me hear enough.

They say Me bad.
Say Me don’t belong.
Say Me go away.
Far away.

Man with hammer hits table.
Bruk.
Same sound.
Like fall.
Like bone.

They put iron on my neck.
Cold.
Heavy.
Wrong.
This thing… not just metal.
It hurts inside.
Not skin.
Inside.

I don’t fight.I just think“Me fall once, Now Me fall again.If Me fall again. Me will try to land better”