Is proudness there in me?
Am I a thief?
Am I a liar?
Am I a cheater?
I analize myself, as
You alleged.
I tell you
Be honest.
I tell you
To do all works
In the language
Of the land.
I tell you
Flow like the air,
Stay like the sky,
Show others the light
And be a pillar of hope.
I remind you,
You are sovereign,
You are free,
No one is above you.
But you treated me like
Black soot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last two lines are not only eye catching but also speaks about the way that we feel sometimes.. interesting! !