Irish by choice,
the teachers did fail
Attacking my voice,
as a group to assail
The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed
All lost to my whimsy
—whose words I then chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What one is born with, is what one has to be and is. Teachers can only polish it up to a certain extent. Thanks for sharing.