Handsome man ponder at my masculine size.
I'm not huge or toned to appeal to the judges eyes,
but when I begin to tell them
they think I'm telling lies.
it's in the heat of my endurance,
the sweat on my neck,
the direction of my stride,
and the strength of my pecks
I'm a man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem