To my One True Love…
They do not see me.
They say: “Set her free!”
They want me to scream!
Oh, they do not hear my moaning whispers
That I utter with passionate, trembling lips
Asking Him to help me remain as free as I am.
They see my blackness as chains
They don’t know that it is the wings
That set me free from humans’ prison,
To fly and reach eternity.
It is a shell around me
Tenderly wrapping the precious pearl within;
Protecting me from sea storms,
Polluting oil stains and seaweeds.
However, I love them all!
I want to hold them all
In my black cloak.
If they would just succumb to me,
To the warmth I have hidden
Among the corners of my blackness!
They would see the light I’ve seen.
The darkness will turn into light;
Sweetness that they’d always yearn for
My black cloak doesn’t degrade my femininity.
I’m still a grateful daughter,
A tender mother,
And a passionate lover.
But I’m the Ultimate Lover
Because I love the Ultimate Beloved.