I know I can be the sweetest
But
There’s a black licorice lurking in my stomach.
This isn’t the right time to recharge
The tea kettle is shouting
And everyone seems to be ignoring it...
I guess I take it after my father,
Miss Little Cream Soda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice work here Angelica I'm going to read more of your postings right now