I can read.
I can write.
I can type.
So many ways,
To express myself.
Yet,
Every time I do,
Someone always,
Shuts me down.
So if nobody
Wants me to speak,
Then I won't.
I'll stay quiet.
Somewhere,
No one can see me.
Maybe one day,
When I decide,
To come out of that dark place.
Someone,
Will want to listen
You are just what you think you are, celebrate yourself, and your skills.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are somebody regardless of where you are. Great poem.