In the palm of my hand,
I hold a future,
A future waiting to unfold.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold a dream,
A dream that cannot be deferred.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold a life,
A life waiting to happen.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold myself,
Myself that will not be broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Myself that will not be broken'. It's very fine to think about this integrity of identity. It seems our only property which can't be broken.