Estonia [Original poetry]
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Title: Estonia
Characters/Pairing: None
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 148
Summary: None
Other: Posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Estonia
What are you, this place
that I see in my books
read about on my pages
black and white
black and white
blue black white
This place I see when I close my eyes
You are not mine, Estonia
I do not know you
but I want to know you
your people language history
I want to know what you are
Hear too much that I
should disregard you
pay no mind
that this place is
insignificant
"Nothing but a small part
of Russia broken away"
they say
Nothing important
some small "slavic" backwater
they say
paying no mind to the
fact you aren't slavic
paying no mind to you
Insignificant, they say
a nothing
"Where is that?" they ask
if told their faces turn down
disgusted looks
Or if they know
then again
A backwater, a no-place
nothing
just lame, ex-Soviet
wanting to be Nordic
nothing else
Though you are not mine, Estonia
I wish to know you
as I know you are more
you small place tucked away in the north
blue-black-white place with one
million people speaking
your beautiful language
living your history worth knowing
I want to know that
as I want to know you.
Characters/Pairing: None
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 148
Summary: None
Other: Posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Estonia
What are you, this place
that I see in my books
read about on my pages
black and white
black and white
blue black white
This place I see when I close my eyes
You are not mine, Estonia
I do not know you
but I want to know you
your people language history
I want to know what you are
Hear too much that I
should disregard you
pay no mind
that this place is
insignificant
"Nothing but a small part
of Russia broken away"
they say
Nothing important
some small "slavic" backwater
they say
paying no mind to the
fact you aren't slavic
paying no mind to you
Insignificant, they say
a nothing
"Where is that?" they ask
if told their faces turn down
disgusted looks
Or if they know
then again
A backwater, a no-place
nothing
just lame, ex-Soviet
wanting to be Nordic
nothing else
Though you are not mine, Estonia
I wish to know you
as I know you are more
you small place tucked away in the north
blue-black-white place with one
million people speaking
your beautiful language
living your history worth knowing
I want to know that
as I want to know you.