Nothing will make me grab a rope
Just because my world hit the slope
I might have not been to Europe
But I do not have to go suicidal
Just because of someone else’s potential
Although I have not been to Asia
But before Butterfly was Caterpillar
I have to grow and not think of Antarctica
In Africa, for I have not been to Australia
Nothing will make me empty a bar
Simply because I have no luxury car
I might have not been to America
But my ink and papers have traveled
And my poetic voice have been heard
By different races across the world.