Do you like you?
It is ten
Ten at night
I finished my class
Light inside, outside dark
With lamp posts on the sides
Fear seems to be fog, thick cloud
Takes over soul and mind…
Many girls finished jobs
In the bars and restaurants
There they work their butt off
For the tip they smile, not of heart.
I am busy in my mind:
“Freedom? Equal?
Then why use such make up?
For others, some designs to look nice…”
Suddenly song comes on…
It is COLBIE; her TRY:
“Don't be shy, girl
Take it off
This is what you want, to belong
So they like you.”
We converge:
“Do you like you? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem