A percentage of me
Feels that enough is enough
I know that some people
Would be happy to see me dead
In the threshold of the subway
Believe me or not that is the reality of life
That I've been told before
So many times by so many people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will always be people in the world who choose not to like us for whatever reason it is they have. But I've learned that these people are so very unimportant in the greater scheme of things. Be thankful for those who love you for who you are. For they are the ones who truly matter!