If I am black they say white is good
I came from a woman they say man is better
I choose to be timid they say loquacious men easily succeed.
To be or not...
Our wandering feet has been a cynosure of our sufferings.
If richness gives life I would die thousand times.
They said the world is a evolving but I am revolving.
To be or not to be...
Haille went in one high mourning so I want to be.
LUTHER went with a lethal weapon that I dont want to be.
Are you to be or not?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem