I whisper in my room

February 16, 2018

I whisper in my room

Why my father

Every time I asked you to buy a bicycle

You argued the streets are too narrow?

Come here please

Look at the women from my window

Riding horses, piloting airplanes, Skating, dancing on water sailing boats

And they are laughing

Laughing , laughing

But whenever I tried to smile I got slapped by a war

Why, my mother

Whenever I tried to straighten my hair under the sun

You plaited it while it was still dewy?

Why my father, why, my mother

Whenever I painted a butterfly on the wall you made it fly?

Come here,

Look at the hearts

They have wings and they are singing


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