Sometimes I get afraid to write my poem.
Afraid someone might make me feel like a gnome.
Some people might not like what I say.
But I write it anyways.
Sometimes I write about God, politics and power.
Sometimes I write about the things that make me feel sour.
Sometimes I write about beautiful things.
Like how I write about the birds and spring.
Sometimes I write about things that make me mad.
Or the things that make me feel sad.
Sometimes I write about my hopes and dreams for tomorrow.
With words I can paint a picture of sorrow.
Some people might say my poems are bad.
Or give my poem a glance, like some passing fad.
Everybody might not like what I say.
Still, I pick up my pen and write it anyways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem