Scheherazade
I know that you’ve been hurt
I see the reddish scars
like blackened words
spell out your history
letter by letter
on the parchment of
your pale and purple skin
like color-coded hieroglyphs.
And every night I feel
your fury in the form
of a wall of fists and feet
vengeance through violence
and impunity, immunity
granted by my silence,
for silent I wait, poised
and patient for you
to change.
I shall rescue you
through words, my stories
I strive to be your savior,
your Scheherazade
until immured by your
incessant anger
I have to recognize
my dreadful defeat.
I see the reddish scars
like blackened words
spell out your history
letter by letter
on the parchment of
your pale and purple skin
like color-coded hieroglyphs.
And every night I feel
your fury in the form
of a wall of fists and feet
vengeance through violence
and impunity, immunity
granted by my silence,
for silent I wait, poised
and patient for you
to change.
I shall rescue you
through words, my stories
I strive to be your savior,
your Scheherazade
until immured by your
incessant anger
I have to recognize
my dreadful defeat.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 oktober 2012 | ||
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