After the show

July is a black month

When someone

Has decided to play havoc with

My little, quiet world

When I had the courage of my own convictions

Showing my dissatisfaction

In the best way I could

Unfortunately, I was not understood;

June was a woman’s month

Me and my new country

We have become the main topic

We learned, we memorised, we overcame

We passed the test from the life in the UK

My new home country is so welcoming

Whatever I do or plan, its supportive

Strings are fully attached

England became my lover, my mother, my sister

Due to the lack of them around

I don’t complain, I just live here

To never let that woman down in me

Because my rights must be heard

Whatever I choose, it must be respected

In a free country with over a hundred years of democracy

What could be better than that?

So why do others never understand?

I often become a bone of contention

As if my life never mattered to anyone but me

I don’t care, but what if I was allowed to live

By the person who bore me and now denies me

My existence to the highest degree?

How does that sound on human lips?

So, you shouldn’t be surprised that I support

Every quirky, different, not normal thing

I am one of them, so nothing can surprise me

As everyone should cherish their originality

As long as it does not violate someone else’s privacy;

If you let me live, why do you want to decide

What kind of life am I supposed to have?

Don’t I have a free choice from birth?

I’m an adult, I know what works and what doesn’t

I know where I feel good and what makes me sad

What causes my panic attacks

When depression knocks on my door

I have to open it thanks to your depreciation of me

I won’t agree with you and the country

Where religion makes the rules of life

Even if everyone has the right to choose their own path

So, before you throw a stone at me

Ask yourself if it’s not coming from your own ilk

And what you look like beating me so hard

Mostly morosely, mentally

Trying to fetters the freedom of my heart

Breaking it down, but only in your direction

You were supposed to be the closest, now you’re the farthest

Disappearing in the fog

From the coldest breeze, hostile to me

At your door made of hypocrisy

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