Skoraj desetletje po spolni zlorabi sem napisala pesem, po kateri sem prvič čutila neko olajšanje. Drugače ne pišem pesmi, zato je ta zame še toliko bolj posebna.
White Rose
The sun, the sea.
To SEE. Child’s smile.
The innocence as pure as rose –
that grows
inside that little soul.
It’s white – then He would come
and play.
He took the lovely rose away.
“Don’t tell your mom.”
It’s been ten years –
and only thorns remain.
AJ
#jaztudi, februar 2021