I banked the table very hard twice because,
I was tired of the negative systems around me;
Oh, what kind of people are these? !
12th June 2010,
And of the dirty chains around my neck;
For these people do not understand the sense of life.
Why can't they understand me for what i am made of?
Why can't they understand me for who i am?
For i need my freedom to represent my status in this land.
I think u love number a lot, most of ur poems titled with number...This poem seems like good diary for u to express all, believe me it is unique...but i still wonder why u like to take numbers in all your poem titles, after read about your biography well it answer me now, u are mathematician and what a surprise is u love art/drawing too just like me...i am biologist, love painting.well keep good work friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes... it is also with freedom that one can show who he really is.... nice poem!