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My name is Milica Milivojevic. I’m a writer and a poet. Some of my other interests are:
I've been working as a journalist (mainly covering politics, sports, culture
and entertainment) for years; as a freelancer for various online
magazines, I was also working for Euronews TV, well, actually for their website.
I'm working as a translator (translating articles and books) and as an English teacher.
I have published few poems, stories in various anthologies. I’ve also worked in a puppet theatre, on radio. |
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::: Mommy :::
You locked me up in this cold cage.
Put me under the key.
Fed me with your own rage,
pain and your poor life’s misery.
The windows are closed.
All the doors locked.
Real life forgotten,
And all the clocks stopped.
Oh, mommy, mommy, why so tough?
Why playing with me so rough?
Why give me birth,
If you gonna feed me all life
With pain and dirt?
One bed,
one desk,
an old painting and TV,
is all that you ever gave to me.
No love, no kisses,
No warm hugs.
All I got from you is this cage,
filled with bugs.
Oh, mommy, mommy, you did it this time,
You’ve managed to enslave this soul of mine,
I’m gone and it is all on you.
Be happy mommy, I’m finally through.
Written by: ~ Milica Milivojevic |
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