I could have been a cookie, I could have been a cake
I could have been a juice, even a cola drink
I could have been whatever people want me to be
But is that what I want? Would that have made me happy?
I could have been the flour kneaded to produce bread
Or I could have been the beef you put in between
I can even be something that tickles your fancy
But will I be satisfied with whatever I'll be?
I could have been a dog and be your best pet
I will bark so loud to scare away the thieves
I could have been a cat, the cutest you've ever seen
I will purr beside you as you lie fast asleep.
I could have been a bird that flies so freely
I could have been a building, the tallest skyscraper
I could have been a dress, the most colorful in your closet
I could have been a book, one of the bestsellers.
I could have been anything just to please somebody else
Yet God created me with a purpose and my own identity
I love what I am, how bad or good may be
I can never be anything else, I am uniquely me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An anthem of self-discovery! Wonderful use of slant-rhyme devices! Well done!