Crossed at a time of peril
Who do you think you are?
Touch me and I'll kill you
Swoon, dear girl- For I am
All of which you will never
Dare to touch, contaminated
A monster too charming
You'll remember my name
Tread carefully, slowly
Rumours have travelled
I've summoned hailstorms
In the name of suffering
Unpredictable, uncontrollable
Countless victims have met me
Blood will forever stain my hands
Mind freak, I've been inside you
I can smell your sorrow
And taste your fears-destroyed
Have you not heard? I have-
Or so I was told
I read your poems with feminist point of view and impressed...but I could not accept your age with emotions shining in your ideas! ...As a girl you have named you 'stupid' according to the title but as a poetess you are brilliant in your poem.
Dear Stefanie, BRAVO! Wow-this poem speaks to me...I relate if this is you. Peace, Amy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I love what you write here it reminds me of a favourite book of mine, “mists of Avalon”. But the way you put it is a way I would never have thought of.... fantastic.