I Could Never Have Reached The Moon Poem by Panagiota Romios

I could never have reached the moon,
Looking at the stardust of the past.

I seemed to have been bounced from wall to wall.
As I lived all my life as each day was my last.

Some people wanted me, to a conformist be?
That idea so offensive, please I begged, pour hot oil on me!

I fought so many fights, just to stay alive.
I fought for the lives of all my soul sisters and soul brothers,
So they indeed would thrive!

Even today, I will fight because evil is everywhere.
And, I better stop quelling on my
being insignificantly, popular.

And on my knees do fall!
No moaning about my past..
Just speaking out and doing my
best.
Till my very last breath...
For that is the real test!