Friday, September 10, 2010

It's my karma.



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When you don't want to listen to me,
not with your ears,
not with your heart,
it says nothing about me,
it's not my karma.

When you want to misrepresent my words
because you ignore them,
because you write them wrong,
or because you translate them in a bad way,
it says nothing about me,
it's not my karma.

I don't want to spend energy anymore
on putting things straight,
on making you see me for the person I am.

I'm a good person,
I even feel compassion for you,
because you can't see the beauty
of my motherhood in me.

Compassion says something about me.
It's my karma.

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