She wished she was a part of that time again
A known member among the family of organized crime when it all began
She thought of that time long ago
As she looks in the mirror at someone who's grown old
She built a race within her kingdom and wore red roses in her hair that was long, thick and black
A taste of home inside her veins that always took her back
The time machine sets the clock back to the early seventies
She was a gangster's girl just barely in her twenties
A true camorrista it's still within her now wrinkled skin and was always molded into her bones
The queen of Camorra; it is still within her blood upon the hidden but not forgotten throne
A mobster herself, inside her aged mind she aims her gun
A monster herself, within that world she still watches as the blood is shed until she's won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem