I traveled to Paris,
To do my one-man show.
And this was in the year 2000.
Fifteen years ago.
And when I left I felt,
Accepted and loved.
By those who embraced me,
Not because of race.
I felt accepted and embraced.
Since Paris, for me...
Will always be that place,
Where love is not what is wished.
Or a myth that one dreams.
Paris 'is' for me remembered,
A place where one's identity...
Is respected.
And everyone I met...
Greeted me with smiles that beamed.
'How 'poetic'.'
Yes.
I found that too,
To be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem