Twra einai vrady
Ageras fysa
Mia skepsh perna
Ena xadi
Psyxh mou, pou pas,
mes' sto skotadi?
Ejw einai vrady
Mh martyras
Ston khpo eimai
Mesa sta roda
Freska ein' ola
Edw eimai
Se perimenw
Eipes pws tha 'rtheis
San erthei o Marths
Epimenw
Ma pan' ta xronia
Nekros o khpos
Aiwnios ypnos
Mes' sta xionia
Beleza
A beleza é aquela pequena coisa
não está contida em um único nariz reto,
um longo cílio
nem uma montanha azul.
Algumas pessoas vêem a beleza
em uma perna de carneiro,
um olho torto e
outros em uma fratura composta.
Esperar que as pessoas
aceitem sua própria definição é tão absurdo quanto esperar
que toda a humanidade
use a mesma escova de boca.
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Diane Perna
Never Had A Chance
Daddy, when will all those tears
wash away the hate and
where will I go from here?
Daddy, remember when I was a young
child all those nights I cried because your
words cut so deep and our lives were torn apart.
Daddy, as I whisper to the heavens and to hell
where will hate lead us from here
but no one really knew what happened to us.
Daddy, you can’t hear me now
but I still feel the pain
you hated the helplessness in my eyes.
Daddy, everywhere I can hear your words
even the Lord can’t cancel this
no one can ever help me with this.
Daddy you left this world without a word
when will the hate be washed away
we had to say goodbye with no words.
Daddy, we never had a chance
and you can’t say we ever tried!
Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS
I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.
I remember that even though I was a small
and frail child that didn’t stop them
these parents left me to thrash about life
with their painful insults.
I remember because my spirit was crushed
I wore an unmistakable frown
the wounds of my heart were inimitable too
as was the damage to my character.
I remember Mom laughing when I swallowed Clorox
and should’ve warned it wasn’t apple cider
what I was left with was swallowing burnt tears
and always wondered if anyone could tell.
I remember my sorrowfulness like
hot molten metal running over me but
I kept it locked up and bound because
I only found judgment that silenced me.
I remember pressing on through to another year,
month, week, day and minute with the blare in my
head of the brutal belittlement so evermore
I carry the memory of those burnt tears.
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