Oriental dreams.

Oriental dreams,

Red, golden seams,

Dress to swear the world,

That you're a fire untold,

A story bold,

That nobody wants to read.

They all begin to burn,

The story takes its turn - 

Again and again.

Returns the practice,

Put your veil back on,

Hide your face, but not because they tell you,

Because you want to.

And silence

Begins to erase the essence in the room

Of cardamom and love,

The vase is empty...

Open the window, flies away the dove.

And all those words you learned to speak,

Were empty vases, none were full,

The flowers grow in golden meadows,

Your soul is left like a teapot -

Yes, mysterious.

But old and dull.

I am a woman, I swear.

I am a woman, I swear.
And all the roads about care,
Are forbidden to open
Like words,
That crush under the heavy boards
Of silence.
And creative power means nothing.
I swear,
This dress is unbearable to wear.
And I care.
Too much and too dear -
Till the only last tear.
I am a woman and words mean silence,
Actions speak world

And I speak violence.