да, всё продается.
Мне вот её стихи тоже нравятся.
Вот последний, в стиле "детский".
I hate the fact that people stare
And then they steal my underwear!
I hate the fact that I can’t run,
I’m called all names under the sun.
I can’t play sports –
My muscles ache.
I sometimes faint,
I’m sometimes late.
I am the smallest of the batch
So tags, “The victim,” they attach.
I tried my hardest, tried my best
To fit in better with the rest.
Sometimes that doesn’t work at all;
I make my leaps, yet often fall.
On days like this, I cry and hide.
I hide to hide my gentler side
But all day long, the bullies scare
And then they steal my underwear!
