Where we are
Do you dare to speak
Are you natural in here
Where is your so called identity
We are feeling the feelings
Of others not ours
We speak for others
Not for ourselves
Where is our naturalness
We are just imitators
Imitation, Imitation
Silence!
I hear the court is in session
Can't you smell 'His' way
Yes, yes
We are experiencing it.
imitation its the only thing we are doing. great work
YES! ! I can relate to this poem. For one so young you have a grasp on the heartache and outrage one feels when betrayed. I love the imagery. What I said may not be your intent, but poetry is what the other person gets out of it I believe. This poem spoke to me. Beautiful flow of words of outrage and yearning at the same time. Love it
Interesting concept and quite a different way to tackle the subject. The poem certainly sets up the scene...leaving more of a mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ya we have become imitators and forget about our ownness though simple but tells the truth what all happening around us10