Too many years for a God-forsaken place

Please, Dear, don’t let me turn into

One of those

Who try to solve the world’s problems,

Wrecking the nation’s pride while doing so.

And please, Dear, let me stir up anger

And wrath,

Bewitching those who, with their self-

sufficient air asphyxiate those who can dream

 

And while I pray to you, offer you doubt

And shadows of tears,

I do not hesitate in piercing my skin,

The shape of the woman I don’t need to be.

And as I beg and ask for forgiveness

From you and you only,

I swallow my pride, my selfish longing

To fulfil my wishes and aspirations

And let you end my suffering.