Poema em língua inglesa

Protest
You say I should not exist
and my breathing is a protest.
No cry is necessary,
no words need be pronounced.
When my eyes see,
they sow sparks through the darkness.

You say I'm useless
and my silence announces great challenges.
I use my broken fingers
to feel the unusual and the unknown.
I use my bleeding wrists
to water the roots of the mystery.

You say I should die
and my heart whispers invitations.
I should not be here,
I should not have a face,
but my hands are growing
toward the Infinite.

I know everything you say.
and then my insignificance
ignites the hearts of stars.