She dresses up in gold
And sparkles with diamond
But there is one thing untold
She is a poor woman chameleon
She is only a friend to the rich
And she keeps the switch
It doesn’t matter who you are
She’ll trample on you like a rug
When you have no money
She thinks you are dirty
When you are not so good-looking
She thinks you are a thief
She’d welcome an unfortunate
Just to show onlookers a clean image
Alone she will throw you out in the cold
Even when you are exhausted and old
She lies and manipulate
Pretending all is good
Even if she changes now it’s too late
We already lost our mood
Sat, June 9,2007 | solitudes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem