MARIAN EIKELHOF
Scary
Birds
still die in your violent silences
no
longer sing in the poison of your hatred
losing
their wings, their self-esteem
Like
me.
It's
scary being always the last person in a row
It's
scary when they make your name swim in blood
It's
scary when you're forgotten
It's
scary not to be invited to the party
It's
scary to be less appreciated, less loved, less preferred
It's
scary to be rejected
to be
dispensed, eliminated, isolated
not
loved
It's
scary when they laugh at you
It's scary
being humiliated
feeling
powerless
crippled
by gossip, the third person
on the
bus of your youth, sitting alone
life
forever without safety belt
It's
very, very scary to be terrorized.
My Sweet Angel
I saw
you in my dreams
all of
a sudden
you
felt so close to me
cleared
my conscience
from
some clouds
lies
and flew with you
Trapped
The
people
poor
people
they
think about whether to eat cauliflower or spinach
how to
sell bread at a good rate
buy it
ten cents cheaper around the corner
make
love on the kitchen table
or
have breakfast
they
don't think about launching bombs on a thirteen-year-old
burning
his flesh
hurting
his soul
us
poor people
we
don't think about that at all.
MARIAN EIKELHOF
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