Breaking through the titled ceiling,
my voice survived unnamed
Unleashed to save the future past,
with words their truth proclaimed
All time bereft of judgment,
all feelings self contained
Diploma mailed but left unsigned
—its seal in freedom stained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this because i felt this way after High school. Read my stuff will ya