(Saturday, June 21,2008 * written this when I first started to write poems and blogs. A Pastor despised my inner thoughts thus, affected me so much but I continued still. This challenged me to pursue. No one can ever stop me from my freedom of expression and love for poetry!)
Dirty woman, i was told a while ago...
By a respectful man of God, I considered so,
You disrespect your body, brought man's mind to wander,
You are a dirty artist, a sinner, he stressed to say too.
Your writings are bad influence in the eyes of man;
My heart stopped beating, my eyes really moistened,
I suddenly don't want to listen to music, don't wanna paint...
My heart in pain, my mind keep on thinking...
Am i that real bad, dirty artist, am I, what do you think?
I stressed, I know I'm a sinner, not perfect, can you see...
But deep within me, all words means lot to me..
I dig these words inside my heart, and I believe Jesus here resides!
And these brought tears that burn my eyes! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt poem..... But deep within me, all words means lot to me.. I dig these words inside my heart,