Graffiti Art: TAPE_FABIFA Poetry and photography: Oana Maroti
In my first year of high school, I kissed a girl.
When confronted with menaces that I will be kicked out from the ¨prestigious¨ college, I just said:
-She was reading poetry from her beautiful heart and mind.
Of course I fell in love with such a person.
What´s the big deal, anyway? It´s not like I can leave her pregnant.
In that town if a girl remained pregnant before marriage was put to shame all her life or even kicked out of her family.
This happens still.
The attacker was speechless and left.
I finished my school.
Later on I found out that my loved one had a great deal to suffer,
all our letters were burned.
She finished school too, and left the country.
I tried to resist to social pressure,
but in the end there was no job for me.
I had to leave the country too
Love is something that one can feel, like air,
not at all something that another,
from exterior can ever impose.
I was born to breathe, like humans do
and I choose to live where there is air for me too.