Stop fumbling and mumbling
I don’t need your coins
Nor the excuses you are giving,
Spare me that look
I know you don’t care
And I don’t even if you do
I know I don’t have legs
But that’s no big deal,
I’ve soared to heights
And toured places
You’ve only been to in your dreams;
I know my eyes don’t see
But if only you had the chance
To peep into depths
Without eyes I can perceive,
You will cease to wonder
From whence the strength to flash
That disarming smile comes.
The fact that I don’t talk and walk
Or look the way you do
Doesn’t mean I’m beneath you;
I’m special and in some ways
I even do surpass you,
So why don’t you let me be;
I’m proud of me
A unique and special being!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem