The Life-and-Death Love of Leftover Women
By Xiaocao
Category: Poetry Added on: January 13, 2011 14:12:08 Source: admin Clicks: 34
I am a blade of grass,
Without the fragrance of flowers, without the height of trees.
I am an obscure blade of grass,
I don't think I'm tall, as leftover women in life-and-death love affairs, nor do I think I'm insignificant.
I have my own life, selected novels from hometown literature, laughter and tears of Thai ladyboys, and I have my own preferences.
I've never harmed anyone, and I have nothing to be proud of.
So I don't want others to look up to me, nor do I want to be looked down upon.
If you think you're a big tree and I'm just a blade of grass,
Then we can't walk the same path.
I am a blade of grass,
If you ever gave me some sunshine,
I would definitely nod and smile at you.
If you bring me storms,
I will also resist and roar.
I am a blade of grass,
Though humble, but not insignificant.