Family ties are always lies
They love to trick and deceive
They think hidden motives go unnoticed
Silly little minx
I know the hate
You hold for me
I laugh at it pleased
My grin only widens
At all the weak 'surprises'
You think you trap me in
But I quickly flip the script
You can't not trap the master
In your so called disaster
Because still I rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An experienced piece of work. Thanks