I want to be a girl!
Who does not mind her business.
And ready to gossip all day long.
A girl that conceals one of her breasts
And pretending to have just two.
A girl who ruins the joys of relationship.
A girl of no remourse nor trust.
A girl who cherishes food
But hates cooking.
I want to be a virago!
A girl who squats before she urinates
And stares horribly like an owl.
A girl who messes around
With her monthly visitor,
And waddles her waist and hips
To cause distractions to boys.
I want to be a weaker vessel,
So to say.
But I wonder when and how.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem