Once I wrote a poem in pink
I showed the world proudly
Saying “look what I’ve done”
Although it was poorly written
Everyone said it was great
Because I was just a child
Once I wrote a poem in blue
I turned it in proudly
And the teacher said “rewrite it in black”
She pointed out every mistake
No one said anything
Because we all had to write one
Once I wrote a poem in black
And turned it in shyly
Nobody noticed
It was shoved to the back of the class
Someone said it was bad
Because they didn’t like me
Once I wrote a poem in invisible ink
I never turned it in
No one read it but me
No one said it was great
No one said it was bad
Because I was afraid
Now I type my poems
Publish them under a fake name
Anyone can read them
But no one knows it is me
They can say what they want
Because they don’t know me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem