There's a day, 
You'll see, 
All that I aspire to be, 
Come whatever may, 
I'll soar high, 
I'll be free, 
Despite all the things you say, 
Joyous as a song bird, 
Lively as a bee, 
My head I will not lay, 
I will be happy, 
I will have glee, 
In a life you simply can't portray, 
For you are dark, 
And I am light, 
And though filled with your dismay, 
You cannot blacken me, 
I'm white.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Actually this is a great little poem. I absolutely love the last two verses. Good job Zoe!