The name of the game
get the other on the ground
don't stop til' one of us falls
without making a sound
I grab and I twist
but I make myself fall
like every other time
I've lost after all
I'm pinned on my back
over and over again
I curse and I cry
Oh lord, I hate men
they hurt me like a beast
and wound my beatless heart
take my last breath away
this is the worst part
It's not the fall that hurts
It's when I hit the ground
you say you'll always pick me up
whenever I fall down
men you are cruel
you lie and use
It's not the way all men are born
but a way of life they choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NOTHING MUCH BUT UR POET IS REALY SOUNDS GOOD.PUT MORE AFFORT