I was hurt, looking at the sun and all i felt was water in my eyes.
a mixture of a broken heart and hate which formed up tears of pain in my eyes ''I AM LONELY''
every one was there and i was here alone, the rhythm was vibing and everyone was dancing but i couldn't move because i was looked up with shame and shyness, i wasn't a man-kind but i was an african thats the fact, i still stand but i don't have much power i need a hand. They thought i was dead because i was laying down all of my bags of true, life is a game so you better have a joy-stick to operate it. I don't buy friends i make them, i think with my brain, i let my hands to do the touching and my mouth to do the speaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem