Mie Hansson

I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot__ do not deal in tender verse.

All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot__y coincidence, by choice.

Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.

I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize it__ time to mount a different horse.

Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands.

I ain__ scared to lend a handI ain__ scared to clench it either

I am the interpretation of the prophetI am the artist in the coffinI am the brave flag stained with bloodI am the wounds overcomeI am the dream refusing to sleepI am the bare-breasted voice of libertyI am the comic the insult and the laughI am the right the middle and the leftI am the poached eggs in the skyI am the Parisian streets at nightI am the dance that swings till dawnI am the grass on the greener lawnI am the respectful neighbour and the graceful manI am the encouraging smile and the helping handI am the straight back and the lifted chinI am the tender heart and the will to winI am the rainbow in rainI am the human who won__ die in vainI am Athena of Greek mythologyI am the religion that praises equalityI am the woman of stealth and affectionI am the man of value and compassionI am the wild horse ploughing throughI am the shoulder to lean ontoI am the Muslim the Jew and the ChristianI am the Dane the French and the PalestinianI am the straight the square and the roundI am the white the black and the brownI am the free speech and the free pressI am the freedom to expressI will die for my right to be all the above here mentionedAnd should threat encounter I__l pull my pencil

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

It__ just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

Everything is possible in America, except the production of intelligence.

All mothers breed dead children.

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.

Had I only known my lettersWould be of such importanceI__ empty myself on paperEvery single morning__nd it was for such reason,as she read his little stanza,that she decided to stamponefinalletter:__very single morningI__ empty myself on paperYou were my greater importanceThat__ why I wrote you letters.

The match I struck shall not run deadYou__e my first inhale, my last cigarette.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

Some find freedom in comfortothers find comfort in freedom

What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist__ wife.