I know I'm not you,
and I don't try to be.
Hunn, your words don't affect me.
When you say you don't like me,
do you think I'm going to cry?
No ma'am.
I'm strong,
and I'm wise.
I know,
20 years from now,
your not even going to be a memory.
So, why should I let you hurt me now?
The way I look at it,
your just one less name to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem