The little girl
With so many burns
She fears the lash of the whip
And the heat of the flame
Her little hands
cover her face
Trying to be a shield
Against so much hurt
The pain will fade
But the burns never will
Beaten and beaten
the little girl crys
Trying to wash away
Everything
When she looks in a mirror
There is a constant reminder
Of the hurt
And the burns
That will be there
Forever and always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem