MIGRANT'S POINT

Europe-
To understand each other better
I’ve learnt a couple of your languages,
but you haven’t even tried to pronounce my surname correctly.

On our first date
I guffawed - as my people used to do,
then howled of pain – as I used to,
but you warned
that after 10 PM any sound is considered to be noise.

Europe-
You’ve surprised me as I did myself
by becoming much paler and blonder than you,
by feeling in my waters screaming at your protests
against those not chosen by me.

In the nights of your blue-eyed, blue-blooded, red-passport men
I’ve seen your dream,
but your mornings have never belonged to me, Europe.
You’ve made love with me but never asked for my hand.

Europe-
You’ve expected the tales of thousand and one nights,
but I couldn’t recall any from my childhood darkness
full of shelling and screams...

All the children inside me have grown up…
All the soldiers inside me are tired…
All the wanderers inside are wholly lost…
I’ve come to sit on your laps and to be nothinglike, to calm down for a while…

Europe-
My heart is heavier than this 56 kilos you see -
But if you don’t care about our hearts, then also connive our bodies…