Up from sitting on stoops in projects,
I can glow clear and bright...
As a star at night in the cloudless sky.
And visit a full Moon,
Just because I wanted to.
With a daring from anyone,
From my remembered childhood...
That I could reach from a stoop,
To realize whatever it was I chose!
Knowing it would be ultimately my efforts,
That ceritified my qualifications to prove in my doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem