we are born tabula rasa the blank slate
all that we shall do all that we shall be
is written we shall write our own destiny?
but already at birth birth mother diet
or addictions drugs alcohol in effect
are shaping our brain body potentiality?
what words are spoken fetus shall inherit
is classical music played are stories read
or is anger depression unborn babies diet?
we are the wax tablet smooth blanked
awaiting indentations is the wax heated
what into our life pages shall we write?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem