Wednesday, February 17, 2016

291. Matching pain from parallel universes


I smiled,
anxious and guilty:

I...

I want a son

in our place
daughters are born enslaved

just born to see traditions and tragedies

slaves
they live too long and too painfully

I can't die
leaving my daughter behind
to live 
like that

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She smiled back,
embarrassed and sad:

well, I...

I want a daughter

in our country
sons are born enlisted

just born to see wars and wounds

soldiers
they live too little and too painfully

I can't live 
watching my son 
die before me 
like that

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