She has become a creature of the night
Nocturnal, spookey and full of fright
Silently she sneak through the village
Looking around to see what she can furrage
No one ever see her anymore
Now that she is homeless and poor
She use to walk the streets by day
But people rediculed her and point her way
Adults sneer and turned up their nose
At her funky smell and tattered clothes
Chrildren threw stones at her and run away
Here come crazy they would say
I sometimes watch her from across the street
Her dirty hands and callous feet
She was not always this way you know
She had spunk, she had class and a possitive glow
She wore clothes with name brand tags
Bandilino shoes and Goucci bags
She wore rouch on she lips and had pearly white teeth
That girl use to look realy sweet
Whatever happen no one can tell
But in a state of dispair she fell
She became very quiet, despondent and sad
Then one day she went stalk mad
Now she is nobody
She is just crasy........
Along with all the other problems she had
One day she crack and went stalk mad
Now she is nobody
She is just crazy, crazy, crazy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem