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Performances / poems

Martina Priehodov√°

WHERE I COME FROM

My mom was made of Adam’s rib,

but we don’t talk about her now.

 

My dad is the God-like creature from the garden of Eden.

But he’s long forgotten.

 

My body grew from the ground.

It was fed from all the grass planes of the earth.

 

You know who else came from the ground?

 

The dwarves in Middle Earth; they came from the rock and the metal.

But they also came from hate of all the highter and godly creatures.

 

They came from hate of all the godly and higher creatures.

 

Then, OH GOD, WHY AM I SO VICIOUS?

 

If i grew up from the seed of love that my parents planted in the ground.

 

Why am I so vicious?

 

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Assignment political/engaged work:

I'm a mother of two children.

I'm a mother of two children,
Both blind and deaf.

I'm a mother of two children,
I've never seen them before.

They are children on love.
They are sprouts of momentarily lust.
They are seeds of passion.
They are seeds of passion that wasn't mine.

I'm a mother of two children.
Blind, deaf, I've never seen them before.
Seeds of love, joy, lust and passion.
I've never had it before.

I'm a mother of two children,
Neither one is mine.

I'm a carrier of two seeds, ready to ripen.
I'm a mother of two children,
Who will never be loved.

I'm a mother of two children,
Products of momentarily lust.
The lust picked me up one late night.

I'm a mother of two passions.
I'll never see their smile.
I'm a mother of two children,
A vessel for love that isn't mine.

 

Martina


 

 

 

 

 
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