The woman to insult me.
She.
She did bad.
She insulted both me and my mother.
She said I'm not clean and have a bad smell.
She was not terribly sorry.
She did not know I'm tired of critics.
She and she, ,
I talked about you to my friends and everyone but I protected you.
I did not say your name.for, at the end you are my sister.
Anyway I fight with people and at the end we go to a cafe and drink a cup of tea.
Poem by,
Oualid Alamghouz.
23.10.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem