Once upon a time we had.
Memories both happy and sad.
Some were hard and changed who we are.
Some good that have brought us this far.
Still others seem to still torment us today
Others we carry within day by day.
Though these memories have made us stronger.
Others tend to break us and tear us apart.
We are not what we once were.
We now carry anger, despair inside the heart.
Why is it then knowing
Memories should have no influence on our future
We still hold on to them and allow them
to define our existence?
They make us beings of pure envy, hatred,
Selfish, and proud.
Instead of being humble
and grateful for what we have now.
Why do we tend to show that
we have learned nothing of our past
We make others suffer in heart
as hatred we cast.
Even though we tend to show otherwise
We have brought up to be of kind heart.
I refuse to allow this hatred to spread
For I myself once played a major part.
No longer must we tolerate
For us to be blind
Is it that we cannot see what we are doing..
That we are not being unkind.
Think about my words.
We are hurting one of our own.
Remember that those heartless actions
Is against all that our parents have shown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem