When you steal poems written by another,
You just prove to the whole world
That you have no talent, just a pretender.
When you steal poems, and make it appear
You wrote them, but in truth, you did not.
You forfeit the Art, have no business being here.
When you steal poems you just degrade,
Insult yourself and admit you know nothing,
That truth is an expose you have made.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.29.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem