Big Sea, Small Me


Big Sea, Small Me

I look at the sea
a vast expanse of water
and realise how small I am.

Not even a drop,
I am nothing.

Yet, it is me
so I am everything.

Oh! But how tiny I am,
how deep and never-ending it seems.
All I can do is gaze at it.

It frightens me,
and lures me.

I could drown in it,
float around like a piece of driftwood,
or navigate it to discover new horizons.

But, if I can do that,
does it not mean that
I am actually the bigger one?
If I can understand it
and be one with it,
then it is mine.

© Maja Dezulovic 2019

Playground Ghosts


Playground Ghosts

Why don't the children play?
they ask,
too afraid to admit
what we all know.
It wasn't like this in my day,
they smirk.

But I ask,
why would kids jump and run
when two thumb taps
provide instant fun?

Why renovate the park,
when all the children
would rather sit around at home
behind screens and
in the dark?

So playgrounds shrink
and profits rise.
But who's to blame
now that we're
one finger's swipe
from our own demise.

© Maja Dezulovic 2019


The Bell Still Rings in Janjina


The Bell Still Rings in Janjina

Notre Dame burned
but the city kept ringing...

Culture appears to be
dying,
the proletariat
thriving.

In the village
time stands
still,
yet every hour
you're reminded
that in the rest of the world
it moves along.

There you sit,
mesmerised by
nature,
yet blind to
human nature.

Some say
the soul
of the village
is in the toll
of the bell...

To remind us of the disparity.

© Maja Dezulovic 2019

* The text in italics is partially stolen from The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) OST - 01 - The Bells of Notre Dame (lyrics by Stephen Schwartz).




Race Does Not Define Me

Photograph by Yakima C. Waner


Race Does Not Define Me


I am not your exoticism
A mere fantasy
to satisfy
your eroticism.

My hair is not your
fuzz ball.
Do not!
Caress it
Brush it
Or touch it at all.

I am not
your quasi-Nubian queen.
Although, I have lived in Africa
so there's nothing
spectacular
you can show me
that I haven't already
seen.

I am not
your evolutionary successor
your slave
your bitch
your sister.

I am not
anything
to you, but a
woman.
So, please
do me a favour.
Fuck off Mister! 

© Maja Dezulovic 2019

Open the Door


Open the Door

Open the door
to sexual conversation.

So that the children know
they can understand
what feels
right
wrong
too fast
too slow

So that they learn
to give
not
take
take
take!

Show them
real love
Not what's on TV
pornography
Mostly fake!

Open the door
so that people
don't have to hide
in closets.

Don't let them get stuck
yearning for true love
but chasing
every mindless fuck.

Please open the door
Before young minds drift
and are swallowed by
predators
crocodiles
sharks.

Then we might never
be able to
get them back to shore.

© Maja Dezulovic 2019