what you want me to be (1999-2001)

There’s a guy who speaks French,
as a rule, to his kids;
his wife searches,
in old romances, for a word.

There’re two girls, one in bikinis
hates the other for wearing a headscarf;
conform, she says,
the silent reply hides thoughts far ahead.

Who am I ? I am. I am. I am.
A murderer of love, faithless in lady luck;
a beggar, for some a loser, a loner?
Alive, I ain’t what you want me to be.