Nobody told me I should be giving you,
That kind of respect.
'And what kind of respect is that? '
You know...
As 'if' you were somebody.
'And what makes you think,
That is my aspiration?
Treat me the way you've been treating me.
Why single me out?
And why now?
I'm not trying to feel that uncomfortable.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem