my face was wiped when the words dissipated
the universe was cold; the songs were silent
love would have come quietly and like a creased sheet
it could have left you behind / and gone.
my body would have become heavy, going deaf and blind
blood would have oozed from the wings of time
me / a flower being challenged by the dry cold / i hid my kids in greenhouses
it was my most innocent mistake / yes indeed it was.
in Sudan, they broke our legs – in the call of violence –
and they tasted our flesh just like that
i was a kid, at the age of eight / those uncles played doctor game with us
i cried a lot, i hurt so much / the red color getting dirty as bleeding was the case
in Batman*, i was a tree with each leaf shedding a thousand pains
my soul has been broken down to its bones
and it was organized through some pesticide
it was my suicide of honor killing madness
though / love had arrived quietly /
and it left me with a quarter fetus in my belly / and gone.
longing for dying by lying down was a familiar town
and forgetting was the salvation / submission became my homeland.
death would be challenged with the birth. yes indeed it would
kids are the hope of life.
I was up in here
but here up to where?
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL
* Batman is a city in the Eastern part of Turkey where the rate of woman suicides is highest.