She cannot vote
She’s just fourteen
Others decide who keeps the country afloat
Her voice unheard, her face unseen
She will turn eighteen soon
No time to snooze
Whether she is dutch or votes in June
How could you ask a teenager to choose?
She is Polish. She is Polish. I am.
You have your marches with OUR flag
But you don’t give a ****
About us. Just go and brag.
That flag—it’s mine too.
Red and white,
Light.
But it’s the only one
Navy with yellow stars,
It’s ours.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
She cannot vote
She’s just fourteen
Others decide who keeps the country afloat
Her voice unheard, her face unseen
She will turn eighteen soon
No time to snooze
Whether she is dutch or votes in June
How could you ask a teenager to choose?
She is Polish. She is Polish. I am.
You have your marches with OUR flag
But you don’t give a ****
About us. Just go and brag.
That flag—it’s mine too.
Red and white,
Light.
But it’s the only one
Navy with yellow stars,
It’s ours.
If Nawrocki wins tomorrow, you can start digging my grave. A little bit of context: I don’t have a Polish nationality or speak Polish at home so I always felt like I didn’t belong, but yeah Poland is ours. And so is Europe <33
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