I never wanted to be come here
I came out blindfolded with blood
A joyful noise did I hear
My tears came like a flood
I was beaten just to cry
My tears gave my parents joy
Only my body, did they dry
Spasmodically, I looked like a toy
I was scrubbed with hot water
As if my stain was tough
Lo! My tears did not matter
Behold! My struggle was not enough
My mum must be very wicked
Because her pleasure made me naked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my struggle -not enough. thanks for this. I invite you to read my poems and comment.