</>she paints a picture
of someone in
full control
dressed like a
man sometimes
maybe thinking
they are equal
she talks and walks
with braggadocio
and get things done
with a wave of her
manicured nails
shaped like
candles
she is feared but
revered inspite of
the cold facade
who knows what
is there behind
the faint smile
the sad gaze
camouflaged by
thick lashes
i will venture a
guess
she is just
another woman
longing for
love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have wrote a poem and punctuated with truth, nice one