They are weird,
Exciting, and also pretty.
Our teacher calls them tramps.
The lips, the eyes, and hair;
It's oh so beautiful.
The clothes, the shoes, their body;
They're all different.
There is evil, good and romantic.
There is the stylish,
The Romeos and Juliets.
He takes his time.
The flips, sparkles, and shine.
There is culture and the rebels.
Blue, green, red.
The rebels, withches, and aquatics.
Pink, yellow, brown.
The Tina Turners.
The wacky hair.
They might all be weird
But Dante really cares.
The artist in the making.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem