Flower Village
I learnt how to stand put
from a flower
Saw no other sun
drank no other water
I recognized my roots as a village
my earth, the sky
Seasons passed above me
a nest of ants, bosom friends
I learnt how to be a flower
solely… solely, standing put
Between My Body and the World
In my hair, despair is growing longer
its root is in me, however
like earth I am smooth
in the center of it
if I put my memories in a tent
-and myself in another tent –
my eyes are disappearing…
I am as if I have gone out a seed
I will go back into that seed
I am a footprint of a horseshoe
on the face of daytime
between my body and the world
I should put a distance
Now Do not Tell Me of Men!
My soul hurts so much that
I awaken the stones under the earth
My womanhood,
a moneybox filled with stones
a home to worms, woodpeckers
a cave to the wolves climbing down my body
on my arms, new seeds are sprinkled
the man of your life is searched
that is quite a serious matter
My womanhood, my cold snack
and my pubic, a home for nothingness,
the world stands here
and you! live with the rubbish thrown into you
When he is gone, tell him that flesh leaves nails
that you live with the science of the break
tell him of that serious illness
like a lamb skin, I am cold in your gaze
I am not in debt to you your mothers womb, sir!
my womanhood, my invaded continent
neither am I a land cultivated…
scratch off the organ that is not mine
like a snake skin, I wish I could drop it
it is not reasonable to be a mother to a murder
it is not homeland that is divided
but the body of woman
now, do not tell me of men!
Flower Village, Do Not Tell Me Of men! and Between My Body and the World are © Müesser Yeniay








