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Melancholy Happiness

now runs like this: I am a woman happy ... gloomy ...
And it is my fault, my fault if they are ...
my fault ...

now runs like this: I am a woman happy ... gloomy ...
And it is my fault, my fault if they are ...
my fault ...
are sad because they are bad.
are bad because the sense of justice
is mocked, and trampled on I can not help it ...
I can not help but become ill, while
a sense of anger and I bite my stomach stabs the heart.
are bad because the impotence in the face of oppression,
large and small, against mankind, nature, consciousness
hurts me so much ... too bad ... And so the
cancer that threatens me is what little
than a long, long, inconsolable grief.
is then that the melancholy seems to fade away, the evil falters,
anger subsided and retired defeated.
And I find the faith, hope,
a reason not to abandon my ideals,

the courage to see me in all my flawed, confusing, humiliated, human
beauty of a woman on the way,
the courage to believe and to love me well.