Young Woman With Bandanna
from now on
said the young woman
emerging from the fairy tales
with bandanna head on
with lipstick refreshed on her lips
crimson
I must live
a little bit more
though she was sore
she was younger younger and younger
from of us all
all of her had been changed in the hospital
perhaps even her love letters
had been
pulled out from her dowry chest
open to all
even her children could not dare to touch
roughly
put into sacks
as clues
to the courts
as bearded granfather of an author
had become karl marx
to yhe unmerciful laws
from now on she said
the young woman with bandanna on head
though she was sore
I must lı ve a little bit more
do not cry she said
to her comrades friends around
do not cry
do not cry for me
crying is no help to me
then they began to sing
and grin
grin with proud
shouted to the shameless
the shameless bewildered
could not find a place to be sheltered
the woman with bandanna
and lipstick crimson
erected and began to walk
kicking her wheel chair off
belittleing mysterı ous enemies
ignorance of the kings
thousands of suns
were follwing hers
tyrying to get rid of the darkness
pulling from their skirts
freeing themselves
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poem by Metin Sahin
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