Stop your demanding and intolerable speech
Sort out your tongue
Before I cut it out and put it in your hand
You've made me hate what I've become
When I shake with the need to slit my own throat
Rather than yours
I
lost myself in my need to please you
So i'm taking myself back
And making myself anew with the direction set before me
So count me in with the challenge that is you
Beware, I have a heart of gold and skin as tough as nails
Laugh it up old woman
I'll show you what your daughter in law is capable of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi there, Wow, this is such a strong and emotive piece of work, stunning! Neil.