Yes I am a quitter-
And I will never wear again-
A piece of cloth that chooses
Where I end and choose to bend.
Society has chosen
To invalidate a size-
That doesn't flatter thoroughly
The ever raping eyes.
Stout I am and pridefully
I prance about my street-
Trusting God will send to me
The Love I'm due to meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem