We are mostly raised
thinking that we are
incomplete;
that there is something
missing.
You are whole
and
you have always been
whole.
As time went on,
It appeared they
took a slice
or two,
so you simply
stopped seeing it.
But you are
whole,
and you have always been
whole.
They never
took
a crumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem