I am no Moses receiving
God's message in lightning or thunder
none recognise me in the dark
nor can I see any without light
the cyst on my neck constantly
reminds me of my ugliness
the whitening chest and pubic hair
tell of the death of my potential
the earth needs timely spells of rain
and elements saved from human fears
I must redraw my dreams and visions
to brave life and the intriguing future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem