Korkmadý ,
Yürürdü yapayalnýz.
Sýcacýk yüreðiyle
Minik elleri
Tutundu hayata.
Kapýsýna býrakýldýðý
Büyük soðuk binanýn ,
Karanlýk koridorlarýn,
Beton zemininde ,
Çýplak ayaklarýyla ,
Sýra sýra yürüdü yemeðe.
Yetim deðildi ,
Yetimhane binasýnda.
Kýzmadý ,
Kýz olarak doðuþuna.
Ýstenmese de ,
Koparýlýp alýnsa da ,
Gam düþürmedi yüzüne.
Her kadýn , her yüz ,
Anneydi ona.
Baba diyemiyordu , demezdi de ,
Kýz evladýný gömmek isteyen
Gördüðü erkek yüzlere.
Çünkü O ,
Nefreti bilmeyecek kadar küçük
Affetmemeyi bilecek kadar büyüktü.
Küsmedi,
Ondan alýnan Hayat’a.
Büyüdü,
Daha da cesur oldu
Yaþatýlmayan çocukluðuyla.
Bir masal buldu kendine.
Ýçinde sadece anne baba olan.
Ne prens , ne prenses.
Ne de þekerden evler.
Sýcak bir yuva vardý.
Ve kýzýný çok seven bir baba,
Mutlu oluyordu ,
Hiç olmadýðý kadar kayýp hayatýnda.
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LITTLE BRAVE HEART
Was not afraid,
Walked alone.
Warm heart
Small hands
Clung to life.
Was leave outside door ,
The cold of the building,
Dark corridors,
Concrete floor,
Bare feet,
She walked to dinner as well.
Was not an orphan,
The orphanage building.
She was not angry ,
For birth of girl.
Even if not wanted
Cut off from a life,
Her face don’t fall off the for grief.
Every woman, every face,
Her mom.
Not want to say father
He wants to bury her.
Sees men’s faces.
He is the
She is Small enough to know hatred
Was big enough to know not forgive.
She is not huff,
Taken from her life.
Grew
She was a brave,
Can not live with childhood.
Found a tale of self
Only father and mother in the tale.
Not princess or prince.
And not sugar houses.
There was a warm nest.
And a father love his daughter.
Was happening happy in her life,
More than ever.
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