You don't have to tell me,
The origin of your misconceptions.
I too had been victimized,
By unflattering indignities.
Until I awakened to realize,
I had been giving that too much of my time.
And my needs and objectives,
Became harder for me to define.
And with that intention meant...
Kept me temporarily from using my mind.
Until I discovered a strength within,
That kept my purpose focused.
With a wish to fly higher, soar and climb.
You don't have to tell me,
The origin of your misconceptions.
My wings have been plucked, burned and clipped.
But I've kept my eyes dried to ensure my clear vision.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem