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-HISTERIA-
Texty:
The
cage - Klatka I’m
not a victim Of
black and white thinking The
cage of masculinity The
cage of femininity Is
too narrow for me Lack
of air You’re
in a trap Tied
with a corset of submission You
stifle Hampered
with cuirass of muscles You
stifle …it’s
time to break the old chain of lies The
links are already eaten by rust… --- Beauty
terror Fashion,
diets, make-up, Callanetics,
calories, solarium, Is
this where my world ends? Through
ages our eyes have been blinded by shit called “the truth” And
everything just to steal out strength And
everything just to take away our voice Walking
down the street, looking at the glossy screen I
feel like on the autopsy The
scalpel, without anaesthetic, Cuts
my body into peaces (My)
legs, hips, breasts, eyes, lips, hair belong to me! Enough
of the power of the man’s eye Away
with beauty canons The
beauty is inside of me Whether
you want this (or not) The beauty is inside of me-I know it very well ---
Isolation/Extermination
Where
do the criminals come from? How
the aggression is born? Frustration,
loneliness, lack of aim, emptiness, fear Leads
us Into
the crime Everyday
the society produces the deviants People
are seeking for scapegoat Isolation/extermination This
is the screenplay For
those, who ignore the norms Army,
prison, reformatory, mentally ill hospital, concentration camp What else are we going to come up with? ---
Wound
– rana I
know your pain I
know your suffering The
body bleeds The
heart bleeds The
skin burns No
soap will wash it off Degradation,
dirt have gone (too) deep through the epidermis Nerves,
muscles, bloodstream are now the part of your metabolism The
wall of indifference Is
just a pose Inside
you’re an unhealed wound One
thought One
memory Disturbs
each moment Like
a poison He
deserves for death in pains He deserves for tortures ---
Statistics
- satystyka I
am a child, dying from starvation, dreaming about a bowl of rice I
am a tortured prisoner, plundered from dignity I
am forgotten by everyone, freezing homeless I
am another raped woman I
am one of the thousands knocked down foxes But
for you I m only a number in statistic calculations A simple number you can ignore, Unnamed number that easily disappears from your memory… ---
Hysteria
– histeria Gagged lips all the time Hands
chained with invisible fetters The color of your skin is not white Your
love different than heterosexual All and each of us have the brand of strangeness in ourselves Hysteria, hysteria- now we won’t stop screaming -pushed into margin we want the whole space -our voice is dynamite -we’re a stone thrown between the eyes Although
alone I am weak, I give you my hand And
together our tight fists are really strong Hysteria, hysteria-the glorification of the never-ending variety -end of the years of silence -we will never knee in front of anyone -new order without borders, without divisions ---
Dogs
and wolves – psy i wilki How
do you want to live your life Before
your time comes? On
your knees or (in a) straight (position)? Although
the decision isn’t easy -full
stomach or full existence -comfy
chair or wind in your eyes Around
same dogs lead on leashes Do
you want to lick the feet of those who take away your life forever? A
dog loves his master A
wolf always chooses freedom The
colonization of mind - kolonizacja umysłu The
line of brainless/thoughtless robots Marches
obediently Pawlow’s
dogs repeat automatic gestures Family,
school, medias, church, society Forms
the identity like of clay We
continue the fight For
a piece of the space for us The
colonization of my mind The
rape on my soul I
fill the drill wriggling my brain It
goes deeper and deeper The
colonization of my mind The
rape on my soul I
can not think critically Blindly
I pull in everything from the plate The
colonization of my mind The
rape on my soul I
am not myself Someone else is living my life ---
Lethargy
– letarg I
push through The
cocoon of my illusions, of someone’s illusions Dormitive
pill is not working anymore The
dream has become the nightmare People’s
shadows, Alive
mummies moving in monotonous rhythm This
isn’t the pulse in our veins Because
our hearts have been surgically removed Like
a bird without the winds Like
a predator without the claws Unable
to attack Really
want to do something, but don’t feel the power Tendons
have frozen in defensive pose In
stony pose Spines
turned into hermetic shells Eyes
sewed with a thread of greed They
don’t even know the feeling of mercy Only
dead fish swim downstream The
metaphor is easy to understand We
drift conformably with the main stream And
it turns out to be just an ordinary sewage ---
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