I buy my clothes from the secondhand store
I’ll pay a dollar or two but never more
I don’t care that others laugh at my fashion
I learned to ignore people without compassion
Go ahead laugh and stare over the way I dress
it’s funny how my clothes make others obsess
Some rudely say to my face that I have no style
I just shake my head and walk away with a smile
Buying all those overpriced clothes of today
Soon will become fashions of yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought that the poem was the best thing I have ever heared although I thunked that the oonglish could be a bit butter! ! ! ! ! ! ! also mooncraft is da bast! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !