the insults
you hurled,
hurt to much
for her to laugh
yet, she was to stubborn
to cry.
the degrading gestures
that you thought were funny,
hurt to much
for her to smile
yet, she was to stubborn
to cry.
and though
she was sad
you didn't care
yet, she was to stubborn
to cry.
you paid no attention
to what mattered most
and because
she was to stubborn
to cry,
she's no longer
here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice one.... :)