When my parents found out.
Even my brother lost interest in me.
Suprisingly my grandmother.
My grandfather could not ever.
Even with tears.
Listless and lidless he said of my eyes.
I could have gone either way.
But hearing my mother cry out every night.
His open palm left red across hers.
I spit out my bubble gum.
And pushed it firmly into my key hole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem