Berlin

Berlin

Dienstag, 15. Januar 2013

the singing woman



under my skin
sits like a surprise
to be opened day after day
a little box with a red ribbon
the revelation
that I live in peace
that nobody ever raped me
that nobody ever tortured me
that nobody ever threatened my life
I can open my mouth and
scream my opinion into this universe
and nobody will punish me for it
sitting on this island of blessed souls
I tend to complain too much
about the weather
about my neighbors
about my life
in general
in general it is not easy to be happy
there is no should
in happy
a gift
but I could sing instead
really
I could sing every day of my life
I have reason to sing
a song of gratitude
not of pain
we are together in this

the kind of peace I live in
is exceptional
I mean just look at the rest of the world
it is exceptional
people get raped all the time
people get killed all the time
people get tortured all the time
people sit in jail for voicing an opinion all the time

under my skin
sits like a surprise
to be opened day after day after day
a little box with a red ribbon
the revelation
that I might have been spared
this time
yet there is this thought
sitting in my throat
we are together in this

I have been spared
and yet I have not

This poem was inspired by the movie Incendies/Die Frau die singt 

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