Prom
This is hers; as she said:
“I talked with my breasts.
Told them get undressed.
Wanted them to feel, sense,
The breasts of others;
Those who wore this dress to prom.”
She is poor, in last year
Can’t afford the thousand.
She is not only one, not alone.
Most poor girls are trees with pride.
Some people are aware, and some kind.
Some decide to give out, the dress, of prom.
She received one of such. In her mind
Secretly, boiled dreams; with her gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem