White skin that glow s in the dark
a pointed nose thats too large
scars that will never heal
and streach mark all over
Beauty I know I don't have
I have never claimed to
so why do the point out
every imperfection
what about my heart
or my brillant mind
strong hands that reach
throught the dark
or the back that can
bare so much?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem