It takes more,
Than a holding of one's head...
Held up high with pride,
To reflect upon experiences...
Of what it takes to have broken through barriars,
For one to get to that point...
With a feeling of doing it has been earned.
Those peacocking with a crowing done,
Either perceive themselves to have...
A few more dollars pocketed,
Than those seen on the streets deadlocked.
Or are convinced they have achieved success,
Because they possess what others do not.
And 'that' determines a self worth more valued.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem