Poor as a church mouse
Attentively I pour out my heart
With no incentive, I gave birth to skaz
I'm a pedestrian in my own life
I sniffle out of pain
With no promising opportunities
I live with leftovers
Education feels like stuffing my mind
With meaningless literature
Another bait of success
Without starting about race inferior
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem