and every time i read some bullshit like that i think....
i am a forty five year old female
living within the confines of a strict and rigid society
i don't have much pleasure in life
in fact i've had so little
i truly could not tell you what it tastes like
i live in a very small apartment in a crowded city
my life is one of solitude and servitude
yet i still find peace and comfort
in a small garden i have made
on the rooftop of my building
it is monday morning
before work
i climb the stairs of my complex
to water my plants
i am admiring my bonsai tree
it is a beautiful lavender bloom
i have become quite proud of it
surely i have bored people describing it
more than occasionally
but it is an indulgence i cannot deny myself
a plane is flying overhead
the government has so many new innovations
the fact that it seems foreign
is only a minor observance
as the flesh melts off my body
in the gentle 400 kph breeze
i realize
we are masters of our own destiny
i control my future
i have the power to command my life
into whatever i want it to be
and now
i wish
to become carbon vapor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem