Why is it that
That some people have the money,
While others live in shacks?
That some people are beautiful inside and outside
And the poor people are rated savages
For forces not held in their hand?
That other people have a mother that dies,
while mine stays awake to haunt me?
That you didn't love me until
You lost me like the toy that
I have always been to everybody?
That I have the teeth of a monster
and everyone treats me like one?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, that was pretty powerful. All those things you described, I agree, are so unfair. Stereotypes, I just hate them. Very realistic poem.