Her daddy made a living in the pill game
Her mommy held down the family stash
They had a little kingdom in the St James
Where nobody could see her crash
She tried to cry but they said she had to lie
and play the game which left her feeling shame
they fed her diamonds that tasted just like ash
then called her princess but she didn't have a name
She didn't have a name
For the rose that grew,
beneath the shadow of a sun
Was heard to scream
within the silence of her soul
Where nobody could see
The nightmares she had become
A fragile mirror
That was out of her control
Designed sacrifice, to make your pleasant life
Crowned as a Bovine without assigning blame
Promises of castles but they were made of thorns
then called her princess but she didn't have a name
No, She didn't have a name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem