I was out- -looking in, I was never disturbed from within
I was sane, and I was just, though I had doubts sinking in
You happened, had it all wrong…thought of the opposite all along
I’m just about ready to say I had enough—but man, I am strong!
I have to put up a good damn fight, I was never born to succumb…
Nor was I made inferior to anyone…not to you or my own aplomb
This heart and soul harangued, beaten, and bruised by your neglect,
And I had to get up, reject succor, and arm myself with self-respect
If by any chance I failed to listen to your SONGS of a second chance,
It doesn’t mean that I never heard the MUSIC, I just refuse to DANCE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem