Being turned inside out by others trying to remake who
I am into what they expect of me, just because I have
an intellectual scope and ingenuity they think that
I'm wanting this to occur.
Not realizing all the time I've put into using my mind
on a constant basis, developing and creating so many
new inventions and ideas, blooming into my mind.
Giving everything to the ingenuity of another universe
where I will always be on it's edge, contrary to what
most people think.
Having everything created for myself alone with my own
intellect and honoring it explicitly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem