I've earned the right to be anything I wish.
To moo on a farm like a cow in heat...
Or sit as a bull watching TV,
With channels beamed from a satellite dish.
If I were to wear stiletto heels or football cleats.
None of that I choose to do,
Will be awaiting in a patientness for an approval...
From you!
And I am sure you have heard this before?
Since the reciting of this sounds too familiar.
Leaving me feeling unchallenged,
And bored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem