Why can't I be beautiful?
Why do I have to stand
around the edge of the dancing crowd
just listening to the band?
I want a boy to dance with,
somebody tall and smart,
someone who wants me for myself,
my body and my heart.
I could give someone so much love
but never have the chance.
Because I'm fat and plain and dull
I don't get asked to dance.
Surely someone will see my soul
is brighter than my face.
Life is short. I may not win
but I want to join the race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem