Poems from bedamijo
They want to understand me.
They want to know how I work.
They want to cut me open and see my gears
Turning and turning.
They want me to...
When I was a young boy, I had a conversation with my mother.
I asked her why she gave me the nickname "Chipmunk,"
And she said it was...
I have a gift:
The gift of changing myself.
I can be anything,
Anyone.
I can be family or stranger,
Friend or foe.
I have a gift.
I can...
When I have grown old,
And my time has come to an end,
I will leave this place.
When my job is done,
I will spread my wings and fly,
Fly...
On a good day:
I wake up
From a strange dream.
Desperately replaying it in my mind,
Over and over again,
So as not to forget it,
I feel Mom...