For a dream is a dream,
and I have dreamt it.
You cannot, will not,
take it away.
There will be no apathy,
No unrequited philosophy.
Shame will not breathe,
on such sweet confining pain.
I need not your condescension,
Nor your ill feigned attention.
So walk,
Right now.
As far,
As far removed can be.
And when I cry,
T'is not for you.
T'is for me,
And my stupidity.
You can not trample
On the dawn of greatness.
You can not butcher,
My unborn child.
Watch,
As I tower grand before you.
And forever remember,
Still I rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is great and I can relate to this fully.