By Jasmine
I am very sick of fighting,
but it follows me.
I am very sick of injustice,
but it touches me.
I am very sick of chauvinism,
but it grasps me.
I am very sick of obstacle,
but it catches me.
I starve for love,
but it runs away from me.
I stand by truth,
but it avoids me.
I hunger for respect,
but it flees from me.
I want success,
but it neglects me.
Still,
I try, try, and try,
believing the suffering ends one day!









