A transated poem from Hebrew/ Miki Esplin

So What If

Misty morning you are walking through the crowded ugly streets you love.
Wearing those high heels that join the towers.
Showing every curve, the illusion of your power ( you even put a spell on your self).
So what if what if what if you will let your guts walk those places you own?

And who?
Who do you think will love you and listen?
I hate to tell you, I don't want to listen, so keep the show going girl.
"You drive me crazy" ( and don't begin to sing, it's another way for you to dim
the lights of who you really are, So tell them , I dare you! How your mind is afraid of the light, because no one will love you , you know that).
So who so who so who will Frigging LOVE YOU?

And what?
What will you say?
You pompous know it all?
But I have to. Have to, have to, have to say ;
You ugly people with only one care , your stupid
comfort and smelly old TV chair.
Don't hide I can see you through my curves and my heels and my gorgeous green eyes. I see through your stagnant foul of what used to be human, and dies and dies and dies. AND DIES!

FEAR! FEAR of what will it take off your balance of cheer to stand to
say no to the high speed gear of this grotesque display of goodness HA! Don't even say that word you will spoil it for me.

I see you, I hear you ladies and gents and I am worried my high heels will sharpen to make a dent
In this dense ,fake, wanna be nice-
Just say it- you turned into Ice...and I cry for myself and I cry for you too
you too U2 (I don't wanna sing anymore even a U2 war song is gentle).

And I cried forever and I sat by a beautiful sidewalk I think it was Africa, there was a tiger eating out of my hands and I was shaded and my long white braid fell on the dirt and i lifted my big green eyes from my bare feet to see you sitting around...me.
And your eyes were wide begging to know...I just loved you and smiled
and told you to go-To find that TV chair you sat on, and cry and cry and cry and cry til your hair turns white and then join me on my site.

My high heels, the curves you love and those WIDE eyes will cry with you until your cry dies...

I still cry!
So What If




8/14/2010 Michal Jo Esplin All Rights reserved.
August 14, 2010 3:43 PM