She sat on a bench across the street
Short yellow dress tight on her skin
A flower tattoo slightly above her arm
A tattoo tells a story
She wanted hers to be known
The flower spoke of her innocence
She wished she was never judged by how she dressed
It spoke of her faith and hope
Despite her dark moments
It reminded her she could still glow
She wished her story was seen
Maybe they'd know how she truly feel
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I would like to translate this poem