I know
and you also know
the girl
the fair little girl
who was sitting in the back bench
had thrown your confidence
into a scroll
even if
your mother
told you thousand times
you are
a pretty, beautiful doll
But the day
you learned to walk on the street
with heels on
and your dark eyes
got the ability
to throw
the darker smoke around you
into the sky
that day
you showed
and I learned
being fair
is no more require
to set the world
in fire
But one day
surely one day
a darkness, darker than night
will stand before you
and that day
to cross that darkness
and feel the light again
you need to be fair
and remember
your fairness
is the only thing
you should care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem