Can't tell you my age
Because a woman doesn't share such secrets
Which spill into rage
When public disclosure attracts regrets.
Can't understand why
My dude elopes into a ghetto
Where bimbos lie and die
For real or in a photo in total.
Can't for the life of me
Figure out why men treat me with scant
Respect and let me be
As if I'm their aunt.
Can't seem to live without blues
In every aspect of my carefully crafted script
In which nuances and hues
Prevent me from falling into a sin pit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem