Put my head on camel's hump
My breast and back wounded
My nosise bleeding
Life dis/formed the way
Trying to reach
All the fruits rotten
Even the palm of my hand
Never begged
Just the outcome of a wo/man
Didn't weare mother's dreams
Papa lost the war
Now, am still hungry
Whatever I give, eyes never eat fill
Birsen Şahin
6 March, 2007