Her eyes filled with plainness, and nothing.
Her stomach is draped with clothes.
She is hideous, and it's obvious she's missing something.
A witch! A dreadful face to loathe.
Her blue coat falls across the floor.
Children shield themselves by the door.
Her life already has been written out.
Her stupidity will never let her amount-
She isn't anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem