Long long ago
often on a Friday night
my words publicly appeared
I painted on many walls
always fairly neat
and well designed
my art was poetry
my media- graffiti
eventually removed
by my adversaries
at times they made TV
anonymously
and at other times
I heard it on the street
so few new it was mine
it excited me it got publicity
and then I outgrew this venue
took my poems off the avenue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem makes a statement. I wonder if you've thought about a version in rhyme at all. IMO Best