My body and soul has repeatedly been used, abused,
and thrown away as trash.
On that far corner, She cries softly over my ruined body,
not knowing that, I also bleed in pain.
He looks at me as a shame and curses the fate,
not knowing that I am also drowned in eccentricity and humiliation.
Sinners appreciate me,
People spit on me and whisper evil from one ear to another
“Oh she is that bad woman”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem