I dislike it when I am patronized.
Or given an air of condescension,
By someone who says they know
About the power of God...
While carrying a sack of demons,
On their back.
To drag around wherever they are at!
And practicing all kinds of deceit!
People like this,
Can produce in me an unwanted attitude.
And I do my best not to show it.
But there is 'something' about my integrity,
I wish to keep protected.
To reflect a life that has lived.
With an acknowledgement of where I stand,
That is not left assumed.
To then leave behind distractions,
And my peace of mind intact!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem