This heart that was once fresh and soft like the morning dew
When I cared, I wanted to care more
This heart that had been chewed and vomited severally,
This heart that had passed through the eye of the needle
When we thrust it to black angels who abuse it,
It's a simple phenomenon play or gets played.
I will build my heart like Kilimanjaro
Where no feelings are allowed to trespass
I will put my heart behind my back
I will dance to the rhythm of your deceit,
Knowing fully well it's a dog eat dog world
play or get played, She laments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem