The nerve of people
Angers me deeply
Saying anything
People jump like wolves on meat
They convict without trial
Hang with no evidence
Judge quickly and
Hate upon arrival
But you my friend
Are only free of this
But commandeering yourself
To be yourself
Not caring who thinks
What they think about whatever
And that is what makes you
Who you are, being you
It is not only looks it is
Incredible nondescript
Of frankness not spared to a one of us
Not a one American or otherwise
So this it is about you
You are gorgeous because
Of who you are and not always
The roles you play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem