I am a woman of non-ageing traditions
I have loud mouthed secrets
I am being beaten by the mallet of the harsh traditions
a marking gauge is in my mind, and how many times
these moral laws with thousands of sins make their ways?
I am a woman with her fate clipped in the doorways
my looks started in life with a defeat of zero to one
– water, a bomb and pigeon –
they are being dropped from the breaking news
the world, suffering skirt, bleeding
a schizophrenic history.
I was silenced, what is wounded is the time
they said, do not mind, the naked giant you are looking at
I talked until I was heard
my tongue is sharp, my tongue is a dirty knife
by throwing the exclamations desperately
I am getting crazy with the delayed voice of my mother
I am getting gradually steeled through sharpening my mouth
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL