Hanne Hukkelberg Blood From A Stone
I am calm,
mild and meek.
I often do
avoid to speak.
But my mouth says
the words she likes.
I play the game
she decides.
“Never ask,
at all time keep it disguised,
let no-one know”-
tell me, who gave you
these rules?
You never made no promise, boy.
Inside I’m not
the way she thinks.
She doesn’t know
about my salty drinks.
But I won’t tell,
it just never fits.
I’d rather swell
than ask for it.
Far underneath
my belly screams.
But a mouth curb
allays, it seems.
The circumstances’
dictatorship
I cannot change.
Guess I deserve the whip.
