Miri!
How can it be…? You ask everyone but me!!
… Do I even care to be adopted?
Why would I want to leave my precious box,
break its protective edges,
my sweetest dreams and naive thoughts?
I worry what you would turn me into,
how you would train me and domesticate me,
withhold things from me.
I worry about your surveying glance,
your judgmental stare,
which analyses, ridicules, and threatens me.
As if you comprehend your own will…
See how you have set back this expansive world,
How you have withheld each person from another,
every state from the other,
and animal from each other.
Your lives are like an eternal battlefield
with disposable warriors,
Many are beaten up, few are triumphant,
yet most are indifferent.
Miri – close this box! I do not wish to come out!!!
Tamar, your sister
