The life I was exiled to its face,
As the paper thin sorrow was in place
I sifted through the cement words…
The ones who always talk about the blue color
I wonder whether they are oceans or not?
The dark-skinned women infiltrated into the paper
I was forced to accept the black color,
I flexed the words out of shape a lot
LOVE contains only four letters,
Not to be left as LOV…
With the eyes I filtered from the cloud
Through the steps turning into purple from the blue color
I walk the night and
I do remember, back in the days
The reality burnt on my skirt…
For not having my breasts become visible
As I was shrinking my backbone
I did not enjoy the opportunities
Of being a woman…
My mom used to say though
Listen to the music inside you,
“What’s it to you to challenge
Be quiet, nod your head,
Feast on your wage”…
I hide my voice in the pillboxes,
I’ll take a rain check, I’ll come again,
My existence is to be known in my absence,
In the seasons inseminating my spirit
The apple will touch the sun…
ENGLISH TRANSLATION BY MESUT ŞENOL