Ah, from my infancy
had I been better nurtured
that child inside of me
would have grown a man
you know world's destiny
the missing breasts I see
and everywhere I go
I am attracted, can't say no
a thirst which quenches fantasy
and no sense of realtiy
look at the man inside
a child which tries to hide
and I don't want to be
for
I too have my pride,
I feel a little sad
how can one be happy
with what he's never had
.
Madrason 04-04-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem