I Who Become Definite
i, as a little girl was doubtful
Beginning, was not a fan of poetry
Yet, reality sure is surprisingly thoughtful
To i, who does not place fate in this century
Inevitable, is what the so-called misery
That has been trailing i, the weak full of shame
Who was unable to push the dirty-minded man whose not sorry
Crafting this story, i thought, “sure it is not lame”
As I write this poem, the current, “i” is no longer uncertain
I am convinced that each of us are able to connect
The aesthetic and intensive of Poetry which I believe we should maintain
Expose the beauty of others perspective that created an impact
Fly free and pour every single drop of creativity in a blank space
Is what magnificent Poetry taught me, the “I” who now owns a smile on her face