About this user
Before 8,Unzile became adult,
At 12 she was a mother.
-Who sprinkles the rain?
-How many sheeps are Unziles worth?
Since she got lesson from beatings,
She asks no more questions...
Like rose petal,
Tender,fragile and helpless.
Like water,
Pure,serene and innocent.
Quiet woman Unzile.
Our womens face is
The book of our sufferings.
Our sufferings,humiliations and,
The blood we shed,
Draw their face like ploughs.
And our joys reflect in their eyes,
Like the dawn moments radiate
In the lakes
Women
Our women
With their horrifying and sacred hands
Tiny small chins
And huge eyes
OUR MOTHERS,WIVES,LOVERS
They die like never existed
And their importance comes after our cattle
And the ones we harness them to plough
And the ones we abduct them
And go to prisons for their sake
And the ones who works in the fields
Woods,orchards,market places
And the ones we have in the barns
In the sparkling lights of planted daggers
With their agitating heavy hips and bells
Women
Our women
Age
31
Country
Turkey
Interests
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