The struggle is always inevitable.
It's hard to be available.
Friends know I am capable
to break apart all of the labels.
What's it mean to be a youth?
What's it mean to be a man?
Do I have to be intoxicated with toxins and poisons?
Do I have to be a soldier and avoid it?
What is my profile?
Am I like my people or do I have my own style?
Who is there to look for
to settle the score?
Look for me
in my philosophy.
My nickname is the example.
Is there a need for a sample?
Do you need to see for yourself
to see the wealth
of a young heart in his rage of stealth?
Where is the wisdom
when we need them?
The wisdom seems to not pass on
but seems to have crass tones.
Look for me
to be the opposite of forgery.
Look for me
and listen courageously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem