I am stupid,
Dumb, crazy
To think I'm
Something special-
Because I inhabit
This body and have
Such strange urgings
And protesting
To create patterns
Of words that
Sways back and
Forth-repeating
Patterns-and
Echoing slightly
Enough to know
That I spoke.
Yuck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem