I think I would never know why am thus;
Around me other girls inspired
Yet; I don't know how to run them
they broke my heart, and steal my songs
and said they had to run a long miles
Meek; so to stop my tears
but ever does experience
I must go on till I end my tale
which from my heart was made a plan
And who from my birth was cursed with hope
I will make a tale!
I will make a tale!
This thing become ridiculous
Why am I thus!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are finding strength. The world is indeed not (yet) fair. But by keeping believing in ourselves, in our own ideas and ideals, in our talents, we will reach heights that no people giving in to unfair practices will ever reach. Keep up the good work. You can write poetry well