Shame hardly reveals the truth in a way
that only weak people hate
When it's left handed to me by a mistake in the views of my fate
Imagine if I cared about what others thought,
a reality I can't create
Embarrassment never fazes me, I'm too humble,
staying honest to my trait.
Two levels back, third steps of the way,
tolerance highly grounded
The emotional shadow senses
my logic to seem awkwardly sounded
Two beats down and I'm mentally focused on the reasons
why music spits curses that's
spiritually dumfounded
Love is only born to the heartily,
hate consumes the wicked, jealousy is both unbounded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem