I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
But things got too deep
I got so hot, it melted and
I didn’t need it anymore.
Now all that’s left
Is fire in my blood
And poetry in my soul
You know, I am from a poor background, but I too feel the only pleasure is writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like a beginning of a good song