Changing what i wear
To be a lady who's fair
It isn't easy its a warfare
Between me and what i have to be
Cause people complained i was a nightmare
So to change i do dare
Then one day a question to myself I share
'Would they really care? '
This question hit me like a flare
All these changes for nothing, would it be fair?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything is changing with the passage of time spontaneously. We can't stop it. It is an evolution. But greatness lies in revolution. Thanks