http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bv9UrYFiIQ&feature=youtu.be
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be the one that makes the difference
One day I met a girl. She was coming from a place that they were thought it’s guaranteed for them to go to heaven. This girl told me about how was hell. Her whole body and even some of her face was covered with black, although she was the most open-minded person I’ve ever met. When I asked about what kind of books she likes to read She said “fiction” “when the main character is woman; the hero; the worker; the one that does shopping; the one that wears what she wants; the one that becomes who she wants…” I thought that she was unaware of real world Then realized that I was. Felt stupid that I didn’t know, and wanted to be stupid after I learned that she wanted to be all the things she wasn’t supposed to be. When she was 10 she was walking in the park with a boy- hand to hand, as sweet as it could be, as wrong as it could be… They hit her hand more times than she was able to count, Told her to be strong but how could she be when they also told her she means nothing? The next day, she couldn’t feel the place she was touched because of the bruises she got. |
When she was 14
she was walking in the park with a boy- hand to hand, as sweet as it could be, as wrong as it could be… She said she needed to be touched, in defense, feel something else except the tight ropes she was tied with. They’ve cut her hand- the one with full of scars which were named strength. When she was 19 she was walking in the park all alone but got a bigger breast and bigger hips, men looked at her, It was OK for them to look and sin for her to be looked. When she looked back with wild eyes-symbols of braveness They covered her eyes. Because they covered her eyes with a thinner fabric than the one she is already covered with They thought they covered her thoughts. They’ve cut her hand, they’ve cut her sight, they’ve cut everything Except her mind- the only thing she wanted to be cut- Otherwise it was painful: not being able to accept her life. So the last time she was cut, she got rid of all the blackness on her. With a milk-white skin, with a milk-white dress Decorated with red dots- some of them bigger some of them smaller For this last time… She -not they- was the one who cut her arm. They said if she kills herself she’ll go to hell… So the girl relieved cause she already knew the hell, how worse could it be? She was cut for the last time- Got rid of all the black and sank in red, in silence- without making a difference. |