If it was about obtaining money...
No one would have known my name.
Only deeds done have brought to me attention.
With a mission to accomplish the doing of it.
Like a tool used and for only that purpose.
If it was about flaunting 'bling' and 'things',
To have others accept me as a conformist...
I would not be disrespected with labels placed.
For purposes to humiliate,
With a taunting to disgrace.
If it was acceptance I chose to chase,
I would be like so many unable to face obstacles.
And if it was not for my faith,
To do that which I was born to do...
Very few would object or find a reason to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem