It is cruel to get lost in my hometown.
Although I know all the streets and the paths
Even at nights and without any lights,
I can find my way with closed eyes.
Yes, believe it or not. I can also name its ghosts,
And show you their fathers’ hidden corpse.
, yet I get lost, but how did I? Why am I lost?
I am all surrounded by familiar faces.
They look at me with their warm looks full of expectations.
They want me to be…
The woman they failed to be.
, or the woman they regretted being.
They want me to have their balanced and unbalanced life.
Although I dreamed of no life.
They want me to fit in their world.
A miserable world full of unfairness
Under what they call sacrifices.
In my hometown streets, I saw…
Miserable children who lost the faith,
and replaced their toys with spades.
I saw cruelty in the eyes of the old.
Everything looked unbelievably odd.
My hometown was not as any other town.
It was black when it was exposed to be white.
As an ugly Snow white.
Its contradictions will always make you wonder.
My dear hometown,
Although I know my way,
between your paradoxes I get lost.
but how did I? Why am I lost?
