No Queen
Burn me,
Mark my skin.
Let them all know,
I’m your property.
Stick out my eyes,
Tell them that
They only ought to look,
Directly at you
For you are a king,
I’m just your slave.
Let my temple feel the palm
Of your arms
Kill my stomach,
For I don’t have any right
To disobey
Cruelty that leads
To unexpected places
Where I can be
My own,
Where I can live
My dream.
Mark my skin.
Let them all know,
I’m your property.
Stick out my eyes,
Tell them that
They only ought to look,
Directly at you
For you are a king,
I’m just your slave.
Let my temple feel the palm
Of your arms
Kill my stomach,
For I don’t have any right
To disobey
Cruelty that leads
To unexpected places
Where I can be
My own,
Where I can live
My dream.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| n-nikki: | Maandag, november 25, 2002 20:31 |
| zowwwww!! mooi verwoord, zelfs pijnlijk om te lezen, voelt een beetje wat je voeld! knap x nikki |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 25 oktober 2002 | ||
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