Nothing to lose, only herself,
she stood in the rain
feeling the pain…
Awaiting a Joe
was her status quo…
her life as a ‘hoe’.
With confidence low
and shattered ego…
she had nowhere to go,
no escaping her woe.
Stood in the rain,
nothing to gain.
She had already lost herself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem