Страна : Нидерланды
Меня зовут Алиса. Я была всегда и никогда по-настоящему. Всё, что есть вокруг это поэзия, всё, что есть внутри это поэзия. У меня много лиц и ни одно из них не моё. У меня много голосов на всех языках мира, и всё, что я могу говорить это слова любви. Я беженец в Европе, я чужая в своей стране. Таких как я тысячи. У нас есть голоса и мы должны быть услышаны.
Country : Nederland
Отрывок из поэзии “Fugitive”
Look at me carefully.
What’s on my face
As the numerator and as the denominator?
Who am I
At least?
What is
My color in your view?
How many roads
Do I have to walk before hell
Turns into the threshold
Of home?
Do you know
The feeling of being hanged
Sentenced to the noose
Of time and nowhere?
I look upon you,
As my equal,
You look upon me as I am a beast,
Wild and deprived of civil rights.
It’s hard for you to believe
That my heart is the same
Color as yours,
That beneath the many-faced skin
We are not beasts.
Do you think I’ve come
To steal your home?
Ashes are now instead of my house,
No one’s left in it,
“No one” is like the wind
Blowing my name across the world
As a perdition.
But I am just an embrace,
I’m a voice that knows no lies.
Show me
Someone braver than me,
Show me someone weaker!
The Earth is beneath my feet
And I walk on it as I know how,
Doing no harm for anyone.
The ashes
Of war and the stigma of dictatorship
Are on my soles.
But now I am here
And my figure
Is on my full
Growth!
And the only question
Is
Where is my home?
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