I don't expect people to like my illness,
Cause its spontaneous,
Its perilous because it depicts how unique I am,
Yeah I know; lack of wellness,
Is a stench to the human race,
I like my fragrance that way then,
Cause it distinguishes me,
& without pace; It makes me victorious.
Yes: I am a Write,
Hated for being sick,
They talk of how incomprehensible I am,
Its right to exercise your right to freedom of
speech,
But what are your intentions; to deprive me the same right, as you belch out negative comments to inhibit me to
exercise my freedom of speech?
Yes; I am a Writer,
Hated for being sick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Appreciated Dear bard. :)