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I donât know if anyone still even follows this blog, i sure donât use it as much as i should. but i really need help. i need help with this poem. it could be so much, it could so great, but as of now it insât. it really isnât and i need it to be.Â
Schatzilein
Hereâs to all you little Germanic girls  Who felt like they couldnât write about their culture Who felt like they didnât have enough spicy glistening moons Or starry night skies drifting over their ancestral tree To be worth listening to Our trees have been set aflame There are gates around it Locks, locks so tight My grandmother just wants to touch it again But her arms so longer fit through the bars Hereâs a little story About how when people ask me where I come from I hesitate
Look at me and see how I am breaking over and under this How Iâve always been conditioned to tread lightly How I am shoving all that I should be basking in Back across the ocean Back to where bombs were dropped And lives were taken Donât be fooled into thinking they didnât take from those who looked like them I hold my breath when I smell cinnamon I pretend I do not like it Nobody writes about their German ancestors Sipping tea on balconies overlooking the alps Catching the wind and storing it in their lungs  We donât hear about how they ich diebe ditch each other to sleep Or how they garden so much their entire hands are green You see nobody writes about them without fire Not without mentioning his name And their mistakes Iâve been trying to wash this blood off of my hands since the first time my grandmother called me Schatzilein Theyâre sorry Weâre sorry Iâm sorry Es tut mir leid Weâre trying Canât you see weâre trying I donât want to be ashamed anymore
Iâve been trying to figure out Why it has taken me so long to learn German When I reach for a German saying I cough up blood I choke on my other roots asserting themselves My throat wasnât made to brew these words It was made to bend To look down To think about what weâve done Iâve been thinking about what theyâve done for far too long I have always spoke German Iâve just never known any of the words
The first time my grandmother told me about her mother She described her tombstone She told me which flowers she brought to her funeral She told me how to get to the cemetery where she was buried She always seemed so forbidden to me So forbidden there So forbidden here It was only when I first saw her picture that I realized It was probably because her heartbeat sounded like a folksong And she taught her how to say goodbye Auf wiedersehen Before thank you danke Iâm so glad she was honest She told me of how Our ancestral tree grew from the branches They cut off How are roots were different How we should unbend our neck sometimes
I want to be proud to be German I want my grandmother to tell me about how she saw her father die  I want her to feel like he didnât deserve it I want to write poems about meine familia une freunde I want to feel like thereâs this culture in me And that itâs growing and brewing Weâve been grasping for the wrong tree I want to blink red, yellows and blacks . I want to call my granddaughter Schatzilein
Yokozawa Takafumi no baai. -El caso de Yokozawa Takafumi. El primer amor es un sueño imposible... Lo supe desde el principio. "No tienes porque entrometerte en mis relaciones amorosas." Dame algo de tiempo... Desde esa noche lluviosa, en que ahogĂł sus penas bebiendo...algo comenzĂł a cambiar. ¿Por quĂ© de repente apareces tĂș...y cambias el panorama por completo? ÂżQuĂ© es esto...? DespuĂ©s de todo, yo acabo de sufrir un desengaño amoroso. Entonces... ÂżPor quĂ© no dejo de pensar en Ă©l? ÂżTĂș que puedes saber?