Poezie

The refusal

(no choice at all)

1 min lectură·26 decembrie 2006

Mediu

I scream, I yell

to this semen in my interior

the one looking for a childhood

it haunts me further

and throws me into a burden of fear

for I myself am a child

burning womanhood

in my own space

As my bohemian way smears

I become a withered flower

finished

I refuse a miracle

not a banal event

a dirty trick

this power on life

with guilt the price

I scream, I yell

I unleash in mist

this irrevocable suffering

result of an insanity

and I chain myself

with this ultimate choice

me or the child

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Johanne Farmer. “The refusal.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/johanne-farmer/poezie/222209/the-refusal

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