now in bold strokes
i have drawn my jaw
front of the mirror
and you find it horrible
but it is my jaw
and none of the other
i put my beard like a
waterfall
making the sounds of
confusions
in bold strokes i draw
the face
of my manhood
and you want to have compromises
about my teeth
and tongue
some have to be pulled
and the tongue
is not that long enough
the terms are clear
if you disagree then there is no deal
if you insist
there is no us in this
it arrives at a decision
either you
or myself
and if you do not leave
i will
my feet are strong
my soles are thick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem