From Tameshk's Blog
Venus On Hafte Tir Square Crushed, smashed Then vanished from my chest This pain that grows in me I turned a page or two Looking for a relief in words foreign to my soul I looked for you In the greenish ink you’ve never written me with What I had in me of you was a pain A flaming pain in black And not Orange as you had always wished. Not orange like freedom But black like me Oh my! Oh my! Am I ever going to be free? Oh my!Am I ever going to be? Then When it comes I will call myself the most beautiful names you have ever imagined Then When it is to beI will color myself the most enchanting colors you have ever wished Then I will be me!