She is tall statuesque
And beautiful
She is so out of place here
(Prison)
Like a celebration at a cemetery
-Or-
A hunger strike at a smoke out
Many guys look upon her
She sees nothing but
Hunger, lust, and emptiness..
Depressed
She looks for that something
That silver lining
That catalyst
Who will acknowledge the obvious
(Her beauty)
But also challenge her mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem