something_s we make

A Visit to Amsterdam

Here she walks, veiled

to respect her beliefs.

There another poses, undressed,

to assure financial certainty.

One thin window separating

worlds – and directing birds

straight into death.

And myself right there in the middle,

making assumptions to make sense.

Which path leads to less skin,

which to more, and do they

converge in captivity?

How come they never end at the ocean

and why are there always men around

who always look the same

and always – stare?

And what is my place in this as

part of both parties?


Let’s take a trip to the seaside.

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

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This entry was posted on April 17, 2016 by in writing some poetry.