My maiden name
Will tell you to be grateful
To my father for whipping me
Into the fine steel that can
Withstand yourhand.
My second name
Reminds you am a song bird
That can belt painful notes
As the night silently stares
At your primal dance
My Mrs is a tag
Am bound to you
Denied a voice
So you can stand
A man through and through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem