Roma...not Gypsy

My ethnicity is not a lifestyle
My existence is not a spiritual expression
The need to take what is in my blood
And make it stuff of fantasy makes me sick
We're written out of history, erased from it's pages
The ignored victims of medieval europe
Beaten to death and thrown into unmarked graves
Surviving uncountable, horrific injustices
Our men murdered for simply being our men
Their head spiked on the roads to castles
Our women made to dance for those
Who killed their husbands and their babies
We were Forced to constantly be on the move in vardos
We were Forced to wander without a homeland
The Nazis tried their best to kill us all
We call it the great devouring...
They didn't even stop to write down our names
We were left in the camps the Jews were rescued from
We are Roma and we are everywhere you are
We are not your fairytale, not your magical race
We are still here...Opre Roma!