Each year you get school pictures for everyone to see.
I always plead my case for you to just dress properly.
I make you wear your hair down or maybe with some curls
but then the pictures get here and I say ''Who are these girls? ''
Why do I make them do this, clean up and look their best?
Why can't I say ''Just go as you are.'' and let them get their rest?
If a picture speaks a thousand words, your pictures surely scream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem