I wish I could say I awakened one day,
To 'decide' I would have interest...
In the writing of poetry to express.
Because nothing else kept my interest.
I wish I could say this to delude the truth.
But something within me I did not pursue,
I could not ignore even as a child to do.
In fact when I did it I hid it.
I didn't want this to admit.
In fact when I did it I hid it.
With hopes one day it would quit.
And then it became unexpected.
A desire to write on walls.
A desire I could not explain to anyone.
Or have it understood at all.
I wish I could say I awakened one day,
To 'decide' I would have interest...
In the writing of poetry to express.
Because nothing else kept my interest.
I wish I could say this to delude the truth.
But something within me I did not pursue,
I could not ignore even as a child to do.
And 'now' today it isn't hidden.
Today it's displayed to admit.
Today I am called a poet.
Although this title I am given limits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem