today my teacher she ask me to come up front.
after the others had left come and see.
receiving only cee's i did.
my skirt from the year before.
private schools.
when my parents were
not as they red currently are.
our finances.
bee's maybe, exchanged for an a.
fat subtle and strangled it is thick.
and so long was the finger that, shaking i.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem