Others are like blank pages
Filled with a white nothingness.
I am proud to be a book
Filled to the brim with words
So many wonderous words
Loud words, soft words
Fun words, dismal words
Large words, small words
Bright words, dull words
I am proud to be a book
Open so everyone can look
Compared to the blank, white pages
Of others who were not unique
I will just be me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Am insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Samantha.