we are all the same,
yet we are black and white.
walking around in a confused mind.
are we deaf or are we blind?
the world is black and hearts are cold.
we are told there is no hope.
will anyone listen to this crazy peom?
I am different and yet so confused.
will anyone listen or are they ashamed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey.. I'm listening. Some of the best poetry comes from pain and confusion... from people that dare to be different. Keep writing. Zen