when you speak
everyone listens
no one speaks back
there is fear.
in that yes world
everyone becomes like
you in uniformity.
it is a sad duplication
of just you and you
and you.
all the food there
tastes the same.
there is so much salt
but no one is
complaining.
all shadows are the same.
all fading at the same time.
no one is in a hurry to
be oneself. To be strong
to be brave and be
unique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem