I want to be small translated by Ann Wood
"I want to be small.To let me go on vacation, not to take a vacation.
I want to be small.
To catch me stealing junk and cherries, not driving without a vignette.
I want to be small.
To sing in the choir, not when there are no people at home.
I want to be small.
To get dirty with Grandma's jam, not Barbie's lipstick.
I want to be small.
To make my fingers stick to plasticine, not a wax mask.
I want to be small.
To discover the taste of things, not just the preservatives in them.
I want to be small.
To run around the yard, not on a treadmill.
I want to be small.
To count pennies, not credit card debt.
I want to be small.
To jump rope and play with an elastic band, instead of skipping yoga classes and playing with my blood sugar.
I want to be small.
To hold my hand, not my little finger.
I want to be small.
To have spare wheels and not fall so often on the road.
I want to be small.
To make sure I'm going to be very good at something, not to hide because I'm not very good at it.
I want to be small.
To say what I think, not what the tactics dictate.
I want to be small.
To blush again, not to pretend to be an open chick with experience and rights, but no feelings.
I want to be small.
To have a piggy bank, not a personal consultant at the bank. The pig is silent even when you break it, and the consultant does not keep silent and, in the end, necessarily breaks you.
I want to be small.
To have breakfast with potpourri and lunch with mishmash, not to have breakfast with Dukan, and to have lunch with breathing exercises.
I want to be small.
To know that I will "meet" him and not to wonder if I have met "him."
I want to be small.
To have friends, not friendly families.
I want to be small.
To have time to study, not to learn how to have more. And never have time for anything.
I want to be small.
To make balls of snot, not a tragedy of a little dust in the house.
I want to be small.
To make me happy when I spell or talk nonsense, not to rejoice.
I want to be small.
To be afraid only of lice and tooth decay, not cancer and cellulite.
I want to be small.
To climb trees, not social ladders.
I want to be small.
To learn white from Pippi Longstocking, not the right things from John Kehoe and Jorge Bucay.
I want to be small.
To ask for permission, not to hesitate whether my permission is correct.
I want to be small.
To tell me to love my homeland, not to drive me away from it in every way.
I want to be small.
So that I don't know what words like "democracy," "inflation," "radiation," "vanity," and "parabens" mean, and not wonder what to do with them.
I want to be small.
To have wounds on my knees and elbows, not just inside me.
I want to be small.
To read simple things, not to stumble to write complex ones.
Want...!"
Mila Ivanova
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-07-31 at 15:22
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