All was lost to the fire for ash,
When left with no point to own that strength
The power of ‘enlightenment'
That kept me in a wrong place
That didn't welcome or suit me
The strength was forged and forced
The power was emitted from those that
Own it.If all I knew it to be disastrous
Trying to fit in isn't like me and yet
Still I clung, the true light was missing
But neither did I search for it.
All on its own it discovered me
When the treasured power became hell
I created a bigger hell for the power.
Stephanie Apila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Injustice shouldn't be taken lying down. All forms of injustice should be protested, and if possible, fought with courage.