We all bleed the same color
We all hope for the same things
We all want the same sarrows
to end with no less pain
We all have the same people
surrounding us everyday
Yet some still have the heart
to discriminate
We all breath the same air
and talk about the rent
We all own the same colors
We all have dues spent
Yet we all have a secret
different from the rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful confession in a monologue with apparently no tension...well written...10++