I am a person that can finally see
That there not another one like me
Yes my life might be like others
But I am open to talk about my past, unlike others
I am a man that is trying to find my next verse
like looking for something to quench his thirst
Sometimes it is hard for others to understand my anthologies
They are open and sometimes crude in which I cannot offer an apologies
There are some things hidden inside of me in which most men would have remained silent
those are the things that are full of content
As I am compelled to speak with hope that I can find the peace of my heart in which I seek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem