Tina was a little brown girl playing hula hoops in her inner city world.
Her long black ponytail flowed in the breeze.
As she twirled those hoops with such ease.
But she must always be alert.
If someone fire bullets, she must hit the dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such poignant images, and so sad! Well written message we needed to hear!