A girls said thinks-hurtful things
to a quite well spoken girl.
She had frizzy hair and a lilting smile running from her eyes,
for in the mirror she sees a quite girl staring back at her.
Silent to the aggression, listening to it all.
Her mouth will move and the image wavers but never contradicts.
Her mother says 'treat others how you would like to be treated, '
but all she sees is a girl,
with frizzy hair and a lilting smile running from her eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem