Black lined eyes,
Odd type clothes.
Can anyone see her?
Nobody knows.
Are they blind?
Or too prejudice to see?
That how she dresses,
Isn't who she'll be.
She doesn't fight,
Or hurt anyone.
Why do they hate her?
What has she done?
So, open your eyes
And look past the clothes.
Can you stop the hate?
Nobody knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem