I knew,
When I received my third spanking...
Or was it my fourth?
That I should not write on walls!
There was another power within me,
Seeking to express what could not be stalled.
And I was 'used' as its intrument.
That is why compliments given...
For what it is I do,
Don't impress...
That motivating initiative,
I've lived with to address.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem