This is a teenager’s room.
Posters on the walls, dolls and dogs on the dresser,
hundreds of books on the shelves, shoes and empty hangers on the closet floor.
Hair ties on the door.
Piles of magazines, face creams, and old jeans.
Is that laundry even clean?
Old CD’s and new singles, headphones broken at both ends.
Shopping bags and makeup rags.
A guitar I can’t play and receipts I didn’t pay.
This is a little girl’s room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem