A Futile Conversation. 

Maybe I stopped listening by the time you started finding the right words. 


Welcome to the Planet.

I like how you are all staring at me,
I like how you feel disgusted by the color of my skin,
I like how you judge me for not smiling,
I like how you think I am stupid just because you think so.

I like how you put all your attention into hating me,
I like it when your energy is spent on making rumors,
I like how you think I am a woman without standards,
I very much like that it gets under your skin that I’m profane.

I like how you look at my legs and say things under your breath and out loud.
I like it when you blame my clothes for all the wrongdoings in the world.
I like watching you squirm as I grow hair all over me,
And I like it that you still haven’t grown up.

Let me inhale and blow some of this smoke at you.
And here, take some condoms for your own protection.
Don’t you also want me to tell you my salary?

Also, let’s drink some to me,
And my marriage that you’re all so eagerly awaiting for.


And She Lived Happily Ever After.

I sat down on the bed,
A torn red satin dress on the chair;
Remains of the previous night.
I sat down on the thin windowsill,
Looking outside into the dark,
Waiting for the sign.
My eyes were as black
As the day you had left
Without warning, without trying.
I was numb from the cold
And the cold was numb from me.
I sat down at the door
Where the wild dogs gathered,
Chanting their mantra of hunger.
I looked them all in the eye
They feared me, and I them,
But they were blind, and could not see.
I sat down in my front yard
Where more hungry dogs had come,
Who could smell death in me.
I walked further, and sat down at the gate
Always looking, looking for you,
Waiting for you to come back.
I sat down,
I had nowhere else to go, but out.
Guns in hands, I walked,
And kept walking
And walking
Until my legs gave in,
And the bullets decorated the back of your head.


Meet me in the backyard
Where we buried our future;
A future with colours
And houses and puppies.
Meet me tonight
With a shovel and a pick;
Let us hope no one else
Has dug it all out.
Meet me in our dreams;
Dreams you’ve had of me,
Dreams I’ve had of you,
Dreams we’ve had of us.
Come, let us start digging
Find our little coffin,
Jump into the abyss
Holding our hearts
In our sweaty palms.