My soul hurts so much that
I awaken the stones under the earth

my womenhood
a moneybox filled with stones
a home to worms, woodpeckers
a cave to the wolves climbing down my body
on my arms, new seeds are sprinkled
the man of your life is searched
that’s quite a serious matter

my womanhood, my cold snack
and my pubic, a home for nothingness,
the world stands here
and yourself! live with the rubbish thrown into you

when he’s gone, tell him that flesh leaves nails
that you live with the science of the break
tell him of that serious illness

like a lamb skin, I’m cold in your gaze
I’m not in debt to you your mothers womb, sir!
my womanhood, my invaded continent

neither am I  a cultivated land…
scratch off the organ that’s not mine
like a snake skin, I wish I could drop it
it’s not reasonable to be a mother to murder

it’s not homeland that’s divided
but the body of woman
now, don’t tell me of men!