P o e m
If I did not let it hurt,
Would I still be in shame of me?
If I lived for the better,
Didn’t wish to be another,
Would I still be in shame of me?
If I believed what they tell me.
If I saw myself clearly.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If the kids stopped talking,
If they all stopped mocking.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If they told me that they loved me,
That I possessed true beauty.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If their pride was in shame,
If they lost at their own game.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If the right kept winning,
If the birds kept singing.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If the stars stopped shining,
If the weak stopped crying.
Would I still be in shame of me?
If the world was crumbling,
If I was there witnessing.
Would I still be in shame of me?
Now I ask myself tonight.
Erase the wrong, erase the right.
Why am I in shame of me?
(The author has his own study and views)
