She puts the everday of eggs and milk into her bag
counts cents to round up change but got snapped
No one told her it's difficult to say guten Morgen and danke
so they punish her with indifference of wie bitte
At the playground she is the only mother who plays
At the kindergarten's crowded front yard she sees no one
Her girl asks why she is not invited to Lina's birthday
Why she doesn't have yellow hair, blue eyes and Easter presents
Everyone loves a döner but no one is ready to accept the intruders
Even the traffics signs say they have no right of way to infract
In her mouth the pretzel leaves a bitter taste of wrong
and an anger at the myth to belong
She is trapped between the heroic and the pitiful
because of the godly cloth of monstrous curse around her head
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