because i am hardheaded
i do not look back,
i have learned from the woman
who turned into salt
and look at what i have done upon myself
i grow errors
i glance at each of them
i shrug my shoulder and then walk away,
or move on as they want to say
i want to live a life that does nothing with what has been
erroneously done
leave them as they are
for me to see that i am not perfect
that others may learn to approximate to the maximum the reality
about mistakes which if left uncorrected
shall ultimately symbolize
who we really are... the perfect example
of human imperfection
God's ally, God's beloved
since it is from us that God also sees
who He really is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem