she's an artist of sorts,
with her brushes and paints
But she doesn't use canvas,
it's opinion she taints
around certain 'friends'
she paints on a grin,
so she can be popular,
so she can fit in
with other friends,
she's loud and obscene
it's the aim of the game,
to be rowdy and mean
close to her family,
she's quiet and shy
they hardly take notice
if she is nearby
when she's with the guys,
she's a tease and a flirt
she gives and she gives
ignoring the hurt
the people nearby her
they hope and they pray
that they could be popular
like her one day
But when she's alone,
she breaks down and cries
for there is no answer,
when she asks 'Who am I? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great poem Salute to her