I said:
''This is who you are,
how you feel about things
your emotions,
your responses,
your channels,
your self-concept and self-image,
your core values,
your priorities,
your ideals,
your compass, and
your map.''
I told her also:
''most of the time, I can see, hear, and feel
someone else talking and behaving within you,
sometime, you are yourself.''
She said:
''Why you are telling all of this? ''
I said:
''If you do not know
enough
about
yourself;
your life would
to be
a bugs of confusion and
cases of rape,
and you would be the master mind
of your own irony.''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem