Sometime, some day, I may be famous, but will always
remain this shy little poet on a mission to write
herself into history one poem at a time.
Recognizing truths as they are laid out upon my bed
of thought, jumbling like an acrobat, ideas,
abstractions, words, spreading them about, reaching
into my mind, formulating patterns of logic and
sensory perception into poems for all to enjoy,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem