MARIETA MAGLAS
KYRIELLE FOR SOME SAD VICTIMS OF RACISM
When those victims of racism are cruelly abused,
Their faces look so sad and they
don't know they are used.
A fear of things makes them inept
to protect their space.
Sometimes, they die in search for
another dwelling place.
The crisis and the wars made these
people immigrants.
Discriminated, blacks and whites
look so innocent.
Their Stolen Generation grows and
lives in disgrace.
Sometimes, they die in search for
another dwelling place.
They need equality and peace in
this world to live
And pray to have all the mercy and
love our Lord can give.
To protest in the streets, they run
their life steeplechase.
Sometimes, they die in search for
another dwelling place.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
TERZANELLE FOR JUNIE
Racism and violence were
non-existent in this world
Of fiction, where the black women
rescued the white men
To love, while the secrets of
slavery were unfurled.
In science fiction, there was a
leading light and a ben
Called Octavia Estelle Butler, or
Junie in dreams
Of fiction, where the black women
rescued the white men.
She wrote about power, disease,
incest, love and screams.
Self-destructive violence and
hierarchical tendencies
Called Octavia Estelle Butler or Junie
in dreams.
In a sad world of poverty and
dependencies,
Without having a father, she
learned to fight against
Self-destructive violence and
hierarchical tendencies.
Maybe to feel superior in struggle
is sensed,
When we're aware of fighting for
the identity.
Without having a father, she
learned to fight against.
In a world of wars, Estelle found a
new entity.
Racism and violence are
non-existent in this world,
When we're aware of fighting for
the identity
Of love, and the secrets of slavery
are unfurled.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
THE MASK
The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward-
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain, love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
Turned backward-
White over black, white over black
Pain over love, pain over love.
Hey, come to me.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black into white when it's taken
from us,
Or white into black when it's given
to us.
Love into pain when it is given to
us,
Or pain into love when it is taken
from us.
Look for that mask!
It is intangible-
Me
And
You
Always the same!
I'm looking for myself
Through you.
You're looking for yourself
Through me
In that place where
Everything can be
Sometimes
Black without white and white
without black,
Or pain without love and love
without pain
In losing control.
Marieta Maglas
Country of origin: Romania.
Nationality: Romanian.
Place of living: Suceava.
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