My bluntness,
Has never been mistaken...
For a beating around the bush.
And I don't slip or slide to hide,
Away from my displeasures.
Or leave one believing I jester or joke.
When I am provoked...
I cuss.
With a respect that is not misdirected.
Only love and respect directed I give.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem