all my life
i am governed by the code
of righteousness
and so everyday i tiptoe
stumbling is a sin
and every step
has to be cautiously done
and even counted.
all my life
i live upon the praises of
my elders
'this is suki, the model'
and so i only had tiptoes
until one day
i stumble and crash my face
on the muddy pavement
towards the temple
of purity
until one day
i have blood in my hands
and in my kimono some stains
until one day
i free myself from tiptoes
until one day
i have wings
until one day
i fly away and never come back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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