in a twisted system
where the bridges are
only for those
whose names are listed
on the
pedigrees of families,
where opportunities are
measured by
your utility for their
selfish
family trees,
there is no way that
you, ordinary mortal
one without a family
name
shall fit,
square peg in a round
hole,
misfit,
nothing with
familiar perfumes
you step out of their
houses
you jump from their
bridges
you destroy the boats
bearing their names
you're out now, and i guess,
you are now
free, and
a million times happy,
you look for another
island
you shape your own
boat
build your own independent
dreams
you rise from that
twisted world
and now they look at you
with so much
surprise
there is not just one
world
there are so many other
worlds out
there
waiting for the righteous
man
the good one that they
can never put
down
and it begins with you....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem