Sayeed says revolution. My hair in a bun.
Sayeed and I our mouths are half open. We breathe sounds in and out.
We believe in Sümeyra. My hair tied up.
To the one nestling beside him Sayeed never says no. He says my lamb.
To the one nestling beside me I never say no.
Jar ȗ Evin. Jar ȗ Evin.
If I could find water, find water to cleanse myself
My hair tied up like this. Dull like this. Neat like this
They say my lamb to me – I say to them my lamb
I’m afraid when anyone says for you I will lay down my life
As I grow afraid, the bells of my body are jangled
As I grow afraid, goats are raucously mating
Sayeed says massacre. My hair tied up.
Sayeed and I our mouths are half open. We breathe deaths in and out.
We believe in Süleyman. My hair tied up.
If I could find a lover, find a lover to deceive me
My hair tied up like this. Mute like this. Half-light like this