Even in Death We Can Find Love

I sat there as they cut off my medium length rave black hair. It broke my heart seeing piece by piece. I felt the tears rim my eye but I won't let them win I won't let them get the satisfaction of seeing me break.

They yanked my head back and put this horrid smelling cream in my hair and put silver paper over it. I had to sit there for 2 hours well I plucked the hair out of my eye borrows and shaved my body completely. They sprayed me with a brownish paint that made me look like I was in the sun tanning. I hate what they're doing to me.

When they took off the silver paper from my hair I wanted to cry my hair was now a gold like the grain we grew in our district. It was an ugly memory of a place I'm not going back to. I looked in the mirror and was looking at a stranger. I was no longer Gerard I was the tribute from district 9. Just a tribute.