I’d like to say
That I have a beautiful heart,
Even to say,
Its’ reflection is in my art
It’s not for me
To be judge of my own beauty,
Critically,
I am my own worst enemy
Every wart
Has been charted as part of me,
Mapping my heart,
So my art suffers needlessly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem