Being A Woman Poem by IRMA KURTI

I have forgotten how to be a woman:
wear an elegant dress with high heels,
try to provoke someone with my charm,
put on makeup and apply lipstick.



With blue jeans and my sports shoes,
with my short hair I look like a boy,
with the certain and heavy step I am
a soldier that happily returns home.



Only my soul has not changed at all,
deep, it is measured in fathoms,
confused, capricious, and sensitive,
the vibrating string of instrument.