People criticize, analyze
but they don't realize
what I realize, don't you see?
I am not the same as you
nor you the same as I.
Though you want me to be as you?
I see it in your eyes
when you look down on me and
criticize.........................................
Not the same hair,
not the same clothes,
not the same music,
and nobody knows
what I feel?
Take it upon yourself
to judge.
Totally oblivious to what I feel,
Though someday I will show you who I am?
You will eat those criticisms you gave me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem