sometime's i wounder if am i the child god really wants am i wounderful.
or am i being one the fool.
after all the things god has done for me aw i being greatful.
or am i being great the fool.
am i dead to god? like my dad who is dead too.
as i land,
down on earth so many things i should have learned like what if i was a man who was in jail.
as i open my eyes on land,
i should have seen how beautiful is the world we are in.
and if i was promised all would, i agree or disagree.
sometimes i wounder am i fit? do i fit on that man's feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful writing, thanks, I like it.