I remember her.
Unsure, wanting so bad to be perfect.
Doing everything in her power to keep the peace.
Running to and fro, trying to fix it all.
Left on the corner, knowing she would carry the load.
Tears streaming down her face, she marched on.
Always the obedient one, trying to bring the smiles.
As she lay in her bed many a night, holding herself.
Ashamed of the skin she was in.
Branded as worthless.
Deep inside this girl, burn a fire.
Burning away the shame, the past.
Today she walks tall, successful, beautiful, free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true beauty is some thing you work for and you described it so well in such a short poem i love it