Hooker is what she called me.
I don't expect you to understand.
The pain I feel.
My hope and my dreams.
Are no more.
My strength is gone.
I'm lost and confused.
Without her near.
She was my friend.
My sister.
She made me break
A promise to myself.
Everything a had.
Died with her.
That summer's day.
July 5,2006.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, this is the mystery of our creation as trials come and go. Just be strong and keep going. take care, melvin