I cannot write apart
From what I believe
Because that is my heart
And the reasons that I live.
I cannot be untrue
And lay words just to please
Some who see me through
Disagree, and rob my peace
So I write simply saying
What flows forth and so is read
For to be me is the blessing
Of my writing... or I'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem