Shine the lights, shine bright,
Cause she has no one to fright.
Walk with swaggers, head held high—
Shior—shameless girl, not afraid to defy.
See as her words cut knifes as quick,
She ignored discipline, now feeling small and sick.
And her laughter is so loud and smile bold,
She know underneath it all, a story untold.
You wear your shame like a bag of honor,
A shield to protect you from the rumors.
But deep down inside, she know the truth,
For your shame is a burden, heavy and uncouth.
And you're trying to hide behind a bravado,
But inside you are fragile, your spirit hollow.
Okwu na uka—i hate been proud,
Knowing you're lost but your cry's not allowed.
You are known through the city streets,
Your shame weighed you down like concrete.
And though you put on a show for all to see,
Deep down inside, you long to be free.
For shame can be a heavy load to bear,
For shameless girl like you, the burden's there.
But perhaps one day she'll find her day,
And let go of her shame, starting a new way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem