This is not yet my apology
I still lack the knowledge of how to apologise
My poem is in the voice of the wind
Yet to transcend to my mind
My apology is in the splurge of the sea Yet to come into being
My poem Is the suffering I face
Knowing the fault belongs to my race
My apology for my knowing ignorance
Which drove me to jealousy
My apology surrenders itself
My poem without asking a thing
My poem is the guilt mounted on me
My apology blank white
My poem knows nothing of itself
Nor my apology how to plead
