Is it, what I am, who is, who I am,
Could it be who I am what is what I am,
The red heart pumps push and squeeze
Muscle, they pull but just let go
Electrical messages along neurons
And I want to lift my arm and protest
The brain and thoughts and mind,
I am that I am or yam, my bones like stones
I like dancing with Carravagio
Looking at my shadow
I do not need anything else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poem...you are so brave to boldly go where so many are afraid to go or are unable to, I mean that in a not mean way.