Limes are lime
Oranges are orange
You love me
But I'm not yours
I'm not an object
Not a doll, toy or tool
I know what you're doing
I'm not a fool
Maybe I once was a puppet
But I've cut the strings
I now have a voice
And I choose to sing
I have a brain
A heart and a soul
Though my wits may scatter
I cling to control
When I live one more day
And lie down at night
I give myself credit
For how hard I fight
And I won't take your pity
Your laughter or scorn
But I'll take your pride
For the pain I have born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem