Oh little rich school girl!
How over rated you really are.
With your fake blonde hair to match your small breasts
and Daddy's red convertible car.
I want to see a girl with potential,
a black sheep that stands proud in a crowd.
You and all your preppy friends,
i chose to disavow.
It's disgusting, really,
to see you toss your hair
at every man that looks at you
acting as if you don't care.
Your shallow and insecure, i know it
and you are never comfortable in your own skin
you are so ignorant, little girl
you'll never go where I've been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem