Glamour vs. simplicity
Jewellery, diamonds handbags new
Cosmetics, shoes, revolutionary view
Oh, she has it, now I must have it too
This is a petty little feud
She say this, she say that.
What, what?
What is thy catch?
Troubled finding the perfectly matched
My Gucci, my prada, my dolce n gabaña stashed
Definitive it is for it is a wacky Back race
A chase for revenge an envious rage, is a women’s maze
So much for the rampant case.
All it is, is a wavy faze
A mould of stuff
A range so duff
A material, to compound traits
A female that is staged
Only a matter of time then she will be rephrased
Named a cheap slave, so much effort, so little time
Her she thinks she is dynamite
Na not her the one on her right
O’H what a simple sight
Dubbed as purity so much modesty
A cloud filled with wool
As delicate and as a soft as a cushion
Her nature so clean
Her plainness is eye- opening
A multi dimensional imagery
A keen masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her she thinks she is dynamite Na not her the one on her right O’H what a simple sight Dubbed as purity so much modesty A cloud filled with wool As delicate and as a soft as a cushion Her nature so clean Her plainness is eye- opening its really a sweet and meaningful poem and the way you wrote is perfect..the make up is satisfactory and the composition f words and verses are impressive..well done 10/10