it’s January, it’s cold
there is a hurricane occurring
in a teeny-tiny isle
where
everyone is bold.
it’s snowing violently
but, no worries;
they’re blessed;
everyone knows
the snow comes
with its abundance
and lucks.
it’s a coincidence that
a boy is born at night
it’s believed that
the luck
has already shown up

it’s all of a sudden,
the enormous waves overflow
in the narrow streets
as if this tiny land
has begun to drown. 
it’s impatient
when the midwife
says “push!”
for the last time.
the baby boy
cries
with such a feminine sound. 
​
it’s strange
and evil
that
a wise and respected woman
passes away
in the meantime.
it causes chaos;
people of the isle
are pouring into the streets
that are under cold water
in spite of thunder
or stuff.

it’s them ending up dancing
traditionally
for the honor
of the deceased
and singing along
the only folk song
that is called “the squalid”

it’s obvious that
they think
the boy that is born
is the rebel of the isle,
the cursed spirit
who took her
away.
the mother puts
his head under the sea
and
takes his soul
with rage
and the satisfaction
of revenge. ​
Berkay Bayram (he/they) was born in Avsa Island, Turkey. They are a raw poet aspiring to touch people’s feelings with their poetry. They are interested in intersectional feminism and the Queer movement. You can find them on Twitter at @honeyimyourdrug and on Instagram at @berkaybayramx.
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