People don’t like you for who you are;
But for how you look and how popular you are.
Only if you dress your best to be accepted
And make your face picture perfected.
Then everyone gather’s around
And ask you if you if you’re fine and sound.
The moment you lose your popularity
Everyone around you will disappear as far as eternity.
God made you, as well as me, this means you are worth something,
the world is a liar and if you are a nothing
for everyone to see, then so be it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Alsha. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.