when i was small
when mother beats me
and father does not mind
i keep my own secret
in that nook
and do things all by myself
the love of self
despite
this awareness of my own
light
in my own darkness
i must learn to shine
it is the beginning of wisdom
loving myself
and doing the best of what i can be
without anybody's hands
touching mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem