My skin color is irrelevant
And so is my caste.
My capacity to love has no bounds
Unless I choose to cut off
the wings of my heart
Cut me and I will bleed
Tell me a funny joke
And I will laugh
Sing to me a beautiful song
And I will cry
Give me sunshine
And I will bloom.
Sometimes I am joyful
Sometimes I am filled with sorrow.
Sometimes I am deathly afraid
Sometimes I am courageous
Sometimes I am a coward.
So I ask again
What am I?
Answer: A human being just like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem