Konuk Yazar, 5 Ocak 2002
Fatma Avni Yiakoup
Metamorphosis
In the middle of my metamorphosis is Diaspora Longing madly-painfullly for my beloved one Multicultural worlds amalgamated in confusion manipulated by Racism, Ethnic discrimination, Structural racism Hegemony-Hierarchy Bourgeosie and Bushism Democracy-Undemocracy Nobel Prize and the UN sold its Soul in Sweden this year in 2001 Twin Towers and Bin Laden Starving people People worldwide against globalisation! People tortured and murdered Lives given and taken in ‘Security’ My soul, my heart In the middle of Metamorphosis! Worries Silently weeps every night in my dark room My conscious and conscience Feels so cold, cold icy! Frozen Metamorphosis is Icy cold – slow as a thousand year old and very Meticuliously designed McDonalds and Burger King Total loneliness in a cultural shock Total dehumanization By the new System! I knock the door Still Unwelcomed Yet there’s a lot going on… It’s the middle of my Metamorphosis Very cold, very lonely, very isolated, very dehumanized, very humiliated, very much weakend, very absurd, very surreal, very real, very practical , very profoundly painful Relies on my Survival Strategies of my Metamorphosis! And my poetry never ends for Cyprus…