I am a poet,
Not just an ordinary poet;
I can reveal my identity,
Even my own flaws.
My romantic gestures,
My physical differences;
I have them all,
So is this poem.
My imagination is pure,
My words are ruthless;
My verses can kill,
Or make a reality.
My tongue is my sword,
And my pen will be my power;
I can curse those who oppose,
And keep them on their graves.
My heart will inspire you,
But my soul will perish you;
Yes, that's what I am,
When I hold my pen and write.
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PoesíaMay mga bagay sa atin na hindi kailanman mabubura. Ang mga alaalang nagbabalik, mga karanasang kay pait, at higit sa lahat, ang mga pangakong nawaglit. Sa akdang ito, muli mong mararanasang magmahal, masaktan at muling makatayo sa sariling mga paa. ...
