Zeynep Karaca
Oh, dear stepfather,
How did you steal my white tissue?
Dug it into Lover’s Lake
But neither it was a lover’s
Nor it has washed anything.
But only the heart’s bloody colour was left on it.
Of course,
Mommy wasn’t there after all…
Oh, how you threw all these liabilities over me,
That never meant to be mine.
But
Dear father
I am just a teenage girl.
Oh father, my first mistake as an adult.
To tame the woman in me.
Like a rollercoaster, without a safety belt,
you started the machine.
Without my w
h
i
t
e
tissue.
Oh, father.
Your eyes were always like a distorting mirror.
Now my flower,
Azucena is
g o n e.
And finally, the stepfather got on the train, With everything
Once belonged to the train That is now,
the little girl door shut. not very little.
And
Blank-
There was
a
Woman.
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