Look at her, how sad she is!
Hair disheveled, no make up
Doesn't raise her head up
She stares at floor all times
Maybe she is lonely
No boyfriend, no husband
Maybe she lost her job
Knows not how to pay the bills
Maybe she is sick
With ectopic pregnancy
Chest pains, high sugar
High blood pressure
Maybe she is heart broken
Her lover left her for another woman
She would not give him freedom
She was jealous of other women
Maybe her husband's alcohlic
He beats her black and blue
She has no one to go to
She knows not what to do
Maybe she has a secret
No one she wants to tell to
The pimp watches her all times
Knows not whom to turn to
Maybe her boss raped her
Maybe some stranger raped her
Maybe her neighbor raped her
Rape, these days, is so common.
Maybe, maybe...
But it is true
She is sad and gloomy
May there be someone for her to talk to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem