Our hair is different colors
but we look the same
The same old stick figure
that walks the same way.
We smile at the boys
and we flip our hair
We do not play with toys
when we can go anywhere
We laugh and we smile
when people walk by
Because behind our smiles
we hide all our lies
Popularity is nothing
when it comes to lies and deceit
Fore the price you pay for popularity
is one you’ll never forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem