Last Chosen by You -

Tried to live under the cloth like freak

And breathe the threads of costly silk and precious gems

My pale skin untouched by sunlight beams

Is weary of your hands and your seraglio’s lamps

I tear the veil upon my flesh

Disrupting upper hand

I could not be your friend

Bending knees as slave

Calling you my Bahadir

For the final time

Did you think of your end-point

When choosing me to satisfy?

Out of time to press alarm call bell

Your hands are both cut off and bleeding crimson rain

Scream is dumb from your demanding mouth

Cross gag made of my burqa, do you like its taste?

Sanctity is nothing against freedom

I would rather die by hunger but escape

Let’s rejoice my birth, my lively morphing

Sing with me and play my wicked game