It's None Of Those Sweet Watermelons Poem by Justyna Bargielska

That's him. That isn't. Can you see that woman?
I see her, too, but from within. You, Agfa, who loves scarlet,
look with me at that woman whom I see from within
while I slowly get used to the thought that there aren't many women
like that and with another thought, quite similar, that there are millions of women like that.

Look at me, Agfa, while I can still turn around
without having to be better than the previous me, because it's always
me, because he wouldn't touch anyone who wasn't me,
in this, past and future life. Actually, I think
that I gave birth to him, Agfa, I actually think that I could have.

Translation: Katarzyna Szuster