Woke angry today with morning's new light
The weight of all the injustices done
And all the poor feelings under the sun
Had swollen within my heart overnight
Naught have I oft kept records of the wrongs
Shoveled upon my heart day after day
Never paying heed to the painful way
Not minding being told I don't belong
But, deeply the fire was being stoked
The outwardly reserved, calm demeanor
Just left a broken soul to grow meaner
‘Til all goodness was suffocated, choked
Today I felt anger as I awoke
For a heart, forgotten, lonely and broke
So long I've been told I'm not good enough
For the one thing I have wanted the most
That sweet love having hovered once so close
But getting gone when the getting got tough
"You're too poor, too fat, too bald or too sweet"
Those being the daggers to kill my hope
Those, the threads used on my hangman's rope
But, today, those words fuel an intense heat
Money only buys man's selfish sorrow
Appearance fades with dimming of the night
What's wrong with you that you don't love what's right?
Poor, fat, bald, sweet... Leaves me no tomorrow.
Today I felt anger as I awoke
For a heart, forgotten, lonely and broke
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