Alicja Kuberska writes

Dew

I know,

That I am only

A drop of dew

Hanging between

Night and day.

I know too,

That I exist only

A short time

In this world.

I learn from yesterday,

I live for today,

I dream of tomorrow

Mountain Dew Drop -- Michelle Iglesias

Alicja Kuberska writes

American dream

The shiny limousines run along the smooth roads of Florida
The wind stretches lazily in the palm leaves
From time to time, it drops some sea breeze into the city

Skyscrapers are reflected in the ocean
Water flickers like expensive brocade cloth
And white yachts sway lightly on the sea waves

You want to get to the world of glitz and luxury
 And move between golden signposts
With large inscriptions: Prada, Gucci, Tiffany

In a metal trailer, mold wraps around the walls
Unbearable stuffiness - because air conditioning costs
Objects are compacted in a small space

Free Internet in the common room allows you to dream
And you can observe that land through the keyhole.
You become a rich celebrity 

In your  imagination.

Like a mantra, you repeat the words - lockpicks
“Cool, Keep smiling” and you smile at the mirror
Sometimes you add -  “time is money”

In your homeland few people remember you
Here you do not exist for anyone
You're still dreaming your nightmare

American Dream -- Nick Peña

Alicja Kuberska writes

Women of the world

8th of March is International Woman's Day.
Internet portals are pretty and nice,

full of flowers, compliments and red hearts.
It's for free, just copy -  paste

A married woman was stoned in the mountain village.
She fell in love with another man.
She forgot  that she had an owner.
Her husband threw the first stone.
The world is silent.

A young girl was hanged in the big city.
She deserved to die, her eyes were beautiful.
A crowd of men surrounded and raped her.

She asked for it. 

The world is silent.

A child did not survive her wedding night.
The girl died, it happens.
All was in accordance with the law.
The old man paid well for a virgin.
The world is silent.

The schoolgirls were kidnapped and sold.
The slaves have their price.
The sexual toys have become cheaper lately,
the law of demand and supply works.
The world is silent.

In the villages of bachelors there are no women.
Dowry is expensive, abortion is cheap.

All female embryos were removed.
Each family wants a son.
The world is silent.

He gave her a rose in the morning
and a bruise under the eye in the evening.
It was her fault, she deserved to be punished
- the soup was too salty.

In Her Future When She Wakes --  Jan Greta Cart