Stomping down on particles of advice given to me on how
to write their way.
Why when I have innate talent to dictate how I write
already.
It irks me to think other people know better than me how
to write and use my gifts to express what I'm thinking
and feeling.
It all comes from within me, no one else, therefore I'll
continue doing what I know is the best way for me.
Living the essence of my passion with out deterring from
it's purpose in life for me alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your hunger for reaching the excellency is expressed here boldly through - It irks me to think other people know better than me ... well said