Writing

„Das Theater ist nicht nur der Punkt, wo sich alle Künste treffen.
Es ist ebenso die Rückkehr der Kunst ins Leben.“
Oscar Wilde

Writing

Gedichte (Auf Englisch)
Texte
Songtexte (Auf Englisch)

No!

The thoughts are racing through my brain and all I want is scream.
But it’s like my breath is stuck and I can’t speak, do you know what I mean?
Is this really happening? Really? Why now? Why me?
I never thought this would happen, but the story continues… you’ll see…

I’m not in the mood, I don’t want to, I said: I can’t!
But on my body I can feel the warm touch of your hand
Running over my body, feeling every inch
Someone wakes me up, please, just a pinch!

And while you touch my female parts thinking I can be convinced,
I think: maybe it’s my fault, maybe I gave him hints…?
But there I’m lying in a sweater and my body is so stiff
I want to hold on tight but I’m falling off a cliff

My breath is heavy, the panic is coming up
The only thing I think is: please just make it stop!
Helpless. Don’t know how to react.
You grab my ass you squeeze my boobs with disrespect.

I want to explode, I have so much anger inside
But: „It’s okay, no big deal, in general he’s a nice guy.“
Going home in shock push the memory away
And after a few years it hit me and I’m like: „hey…

There was something in my past, something I displaced
A bad memory I couldn’t handle, it had to be erased.“
And then you feel the guilt, the pain, the shame
Now it’s to late but… you want someone to blame

The walls you built are breaking down
No breath to take, you seem to drown
Blaming yourself, keeping it silent
Realising what he did to you is violent.

Girl: It’s not your fault, you said „no“!
He’s just some sad little bitch without selfcontrol!
So don’t be silent, don’t feel ashamed
The world needs to hear it, this man should be blamed.

And most of the woman, they keep their mouth shut
Not me, I fight, I don’t give up!
So: Most of the men say:
Feminism is stupid, you‘ve achieved everything today!

And yeah I agree,
I can work, I can vote „I’m free“…
Free? Hmm… not really… I mean….
There is still something under the surface that isn´t seen.

I dare you: ask any woman: ANY!
You’ll be shocked about the amount of stories like that, so many…
Of course, keep us down, make us small
We’re just the weak little woman, we’re stupid at all

But I have a question…? Just one thing:
For ages men holding us down, thinking they are king
Because they are better, stronger than us…
Do you REALLY think it’s strong to suppress woman so much?

I think it’s weak. And… not strong at all
It’s quite the opposite, it seems cowardly, are you afraid to pass the ball?
Or what is it that makes us woman so scary?
The boobs, the nails? A leg which is hairy?

So my question is: Are you scared, what could happen if we had equal rights?
You scared we are stronger or better in fights?
So you think you need to hold us down
Afraid what could happen, so you keep the crown.

Switching our stories, wanting us to shut up.
So no one finds out you were horny, just wanted to fuck!
At least one thing is for sure:
The next time you call a woman a slut
Maybe it’s YOUR mouth that needs to shut!

– MissGrace

A rainy night

The rain was pouring outside
The house inside was warm.
It was a rainy summer night
Just the rain without a storm.

Most people opened their umbrella
To cover their body’s from the rain.
They hated that kind of bad weather
On the contrary, I couldn’t complain.

Silence.
Raindrops – that’s the only sound
So peaceful. No violence.
The water splashing on the ground.

Instead of closing the window I opened it wide
Just to hear the sound clearer
Let the rain itside
To feel it nearer.

My eyes are closed
Concentrating on the rain outside
Now the smell of raindrops reached my nose
The moment was just right.

I decided to feel the water on my skin
I left the house and started to dance
I opened my arms, lift up my chin
To welcome the rain, to take my chance.

The dress I wore got wet
Yet I didn’t care.
Finally I could forget
Turned off my head. Was just „there“.

I took off my dress.
There I was: In the dark. Naked. And alone.
In the sky I cheered: „YES, YES, YES!“
The feeling I had was: „home“ ~

~ MissGrace

Free like a bird

The wind in my hair.
A beautiful view on the sea~
I inhale the fresh and salty air
Observing the birds so calm and free-

And I think: I’m jealous of the bird
It must be so easy to fly
How they enjoy the wind without getting hurt
Gliding through the clouds, the sky~

I sit on the edge of the cliff.
I wish to be a bird, as hard as I can.
But… I have a different life to live
Human is who I am~

~ MissGrace

My landscape

You like my landscape, right?
The good view on it, the nice sight.
It looks like art with a perfect shape
Puts a spell on you, you can’t escape.

I can see your fascination in your face
You want to touch everything in slow pace,
You want to explore, start the adventure now
Everything in you screams: Wow!

You like my hills even though they’re small
And also the summit cross isn’t tall at all.
You always find your way to the top
You can’t get enough, you don’t wanna stop.

You like to hike on my complicated trail
Never lost, never make a fail.
You know every path without a map
Every corner, every gap.

You know exactly where to go
No words needed, you feel the flow.
An instruction would be non-essential
I have no doubt in your potential

And after climbing the hills, you continue the hike
No hurry, no need for a car or a bike.
You take your time you walk very slow
Cause when the sun sets my landscape starts to glow.

Now you see the valley in an orange light
You stroll along the trees on the side.
You smell the grass so fresh and green
Beautiful flowers in colors you haven’t seen.

I know, you enjoy every mile,
You let the world breathe for a while.
And now you’ve reached your favorite part:
The place you wanted to go from the very start:

A cave with confusing paths inside
With ups and downs and walls to climb
The cave is tight and deep as well
Some people before thought it’s hell

There is a stream in the cave that makes a slippery ground
Lots of people got lost and haven’t been found
But you can’t imagine a better place to be
For you it’s heaven where you feel free

The cave makes you feel so good
You don’t wanna leave because you understood…
And sometimes you like to swim in the small river
And just the touch of you, makes the cave shiver.

Your dive in the stream make the walls shake
The movements make the earth quake
And you enjoy that the walls are shaking
That it’s you, why they are almost breaking.

You play with the water, make it splash
You’ve been slow, but now you’re fast.
What once was water in a cavity
Turned into magma, defying gravity.

The volcano exploded and now its calm
The silence after a heavy storm.
Like a god, you made the rain fall on my land
So my soil is rich from the touch of your hand.

Finally a flower can bloom
So you can pick it up very soon.
Maybe when you hike the next time
In the landscape what I’d like to call mine.

And if I had the same power like you
You’d be the one I’d gave the flower to
But it’s my landscape and you are the giver
So you are the one, who makes it shiver….

– MissGrace