Latifa - The World Blames Me
The world blames me if I love him
As if I created love and invented it
As if I drew it on the cheeks of roses
As If I’m the one who…
Taught the bird in the sky
And in the fields of wheat, planted it
And in the waters of the ocean, melted it
As if I’m the one who…
Like the beautiful moon in the sky
Hung it.
The world blames me if
I name who I love, or mentioned him
As if I am love
And its mother…and its sister
This love that came
From where I awaited it
Is different than everything I knew
Is different than everything I read
And everything I heard
Had I known that it was
A type of addiction…I would not have become addicted
If I had known that it was a door full of wind…I would not
have opened it
If I had know that it was
A match…I would not have lit it
This love…is the most violent love I’ve lived
And I wish that when it came to me with its
Hand opened to me…I pushed it away
And I wish that before it killed me...I killed it
This love that I see at night
On my curtains…
I see it...on my clothes
And in my scent…and in my bracelets
I see it…drawn on my palm
I see it…carved in my emotions
Had they informed me that it is a playful and noisy child, I
would not have let it in
And that it would break the glass in my heart, I would not
have let it
Had they informed me
It would burn the fire in minutes
And turn things upside down in minutes
And paint the walls red and blue and minutes
I would have expelled it.
