Mother, you always put curtains of blood on my window saying: it prevents the dark and passes the light.
You always talked about rainbows and colors and my life is in black and white.
Mother, you always talked about freedom and life,
But... I was surrounded by walls because you were scared of kites.
You taught me everything you knew but in the oppsite side.
A whistle is a warning, A light it's fire
Blood is water, Dolls are knives.
You taught me to play and asked to hide away
But... if we are the one who hides then...who seeks, Mother!
You taught me to obey and Every torturing way,
Because you didn't want me in jail,
I grow up a talking girl without a word to say but mother!
You speak the truth and your truth is a lie
You say home everytime we move on.
And I'm sick of telling you fine,
But I won't node my head for what you say anymore.
And all the stuff you hide they're mine
Your hurting me as much as you are hurted inside.
But mother...I'm a very bad girl,
I know all what you deny.
I'll accept the truth, even though it's a lie
I'll live to tell my girls how you taught me to survive.
But you said the angels don't die!
Mother please...
Open your eyes!
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with insight. Thanks for sharing Soly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lovely poem dear friend....poetess..thanks.....////
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