My mother wished and prayed for
A small ,or big,or whatever size son.
My mother cried and begged
For a son to help her befoure she would be dead.
My father demanded from the gods
A boy to have in his hands.
With a beard and big muscles
To make money and give him many houses.
My sisters would have loved a brother
To stands on his shoulders
A boy to protect them like no other
So they asked their parents,my holders.
It would have been better for me
To be a male namer Lee
To have a beard and be excused
And the only requirment,to be amused.
But your ,,gods",
(I belive in nature, lolz)
Said cap
And so,they took me back.
Living is as painful as dying
Breathing is as agonizing as suffocating
Walkng is as tyring as sittiing
And be existing is as big a mistake
As it would be for me to drown in a lake.
I have changed to much.
They tied my legs and called me a ,,witch"
Shame..Burning befoure at least some lunch.
And so they locked me with a key that is not in reach.
And I was scared because of fire befoure
But now anything would be better than being locked up.
But what do I know,they can t take it anymore.
They re in prison and I am outside this loop.
Outside I say I am,but at what cost?
Since the ,,outside" is two metters square at most..
If I would be a male I would be free
..But would I be locked with the same key?
What even is inside or out
I can t stress this enough..
What shall be prison and what not?
Would I even care as a ,,frumos făt"?
It s the same either way..
..Only thing is,I might say
That information is a curse.
Be stupid,be free,be not in decay.
The less you change,the less you know
The more inside you go
The more slace you have
The less bounds tying your feet,right?
Right.
So untie me,I promise I won t be good
I promise I won t change your wood
I promise I won t study and read
I promise i ll be like a weed.
I promise,I promise,please let me go
In the river,or at least burn me
Or make me eat an entire crow
Or drop me in the deep dark sea.
I ll be quiet there.
No more changing the people
No more teaching morals
No more helping the emotions
Please for the love of god,I ll be good
Free me
Fre
-e mee
Free -
Me
Free me free me free me I Comand you,free me!
Fr
Ee
Free free me
Free me
Don t make me cry
(et ego nunc moriar)
