MY MOM AND MY LIFE
MY MOM AND MY LIFE
I
never knew how a mom should be
My
mom is a gangrene flower on my collar
She
didn’t let my head lean
On
the knees of peace
Never
caressed my hair
At
the compassion- horoscope
My
mom was a sea of anger
Whose
waves hit my childhood
My
mom was a barricade
On the road to reaching myself
Knocked
about my ambitions
And
tripped my future up
Put
her ego to my life like a gun
She
was an exclamation mark
In
front of my dreams
At
my youth pulsating inside of me
I
am my mom’s waste
As
never being written italic
In
front of property and power
My
mom is a sorrowful mistake
Filling
her life with wares
I
never knew how a mom should be
My
mom is a gangrene flower on my collar
**Translated by Serkan Engin
and Marcela Villar M.
CHARLADY
GULIZAR
Charlady Gulizar patches the hole of the day with her heart
Her dreams are feeling cold at the basement of poverty
Beating mountains welcome Charlady Gulizar at the evening
While her husband is climbing the alcohol ramp all day
Her palms which are barricade for hunger
Cannot acquit the ownership by wiping
She could never lie in the bosom of peace
The pain which is stuck in her life manhandles her dreams
Charlady Gulizar patches the hole of the day with her heart
Her name is called with the minor notes of sadness
Charlady Gulizar patches the hole of the day with her heart
Her dreams are feeling cold at the basement of poverty
Beating mountains welcome Charlady Gulizar at the evening
While her husband is climbing the alcohol ramp all day
Her palms which are barricade for hunger
Cannot acquit the ownership by wiping
She could never lie in the bosom of peace
The pain which is stuck in her life manhandles her dreams
Charlady Gulizar patches the hole of the day with her heart
Her name is called with the minor notes of sadness
LADYBOY VEYSEL
Veysel is goddamned(!)
gangrene of his father's seed
he is much lambkin of his mother
his dreams have gone on the streets
in the dirty claw of the night
Veysel is a deserted monologue
whom memories himself
at the opposed shore of the life
there are horseshoe marks of jades
at the back of his hope
Veysel is goddamned(!)
waste of the neighborhood
at the shame digit of the street
rectangular pains permeated
into his marrows
his hands are in
the pocket of grief
Veysel is a deaf boat
at the bottom of violence sea
he is a bullet shot himself
spelling suicide
: Veysel is a mispell in the prologue of his life
Serkan Engin
Veysel is goddamned(!)
gangrene of his father's seed
he is much lambkin of his mother
his dreams have gone on the streets
in the dirty claw of the night
Veysel is a deserted monologue
whom memories himself
at the opposed shore of the life
there are horseshoe marks of jades
at the back of his hope
Veysel is goddamned(!)
waste of the neighborhood
at the shame digit of the street
rectangular pains permeated
into his marrows
his hands are in
the pocket of grief
Veysel is a deaf boat
at the bottom of violence sea
he is a bullet shot himself
spelling suicide
: Veysel is a mispell in the prologue of his life
Serkan Engin
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