Matza Di Lourde

 

Address Ignorance

The roundings, believe me

Are for pure mockery

That still dwells inside of me

The Shadow

but I am not a mirror to you

That of me

Not a single twat in you

I would like you!

When I was born 

I was already a woman

Today, 

because you want to stop me

I get lost in childhood

and this child will not rest you,

You have ignorance as your address

and for punishment, 

what Allah guarantees you,

Not me, who only writes

Surelyas an open book

of this collective unconscious