poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
my mothers voice is forced down my throat,a foreigner against my cells,she is rejected,the fight or flight system kicks in,and I realise I have been shot with poison,She,Black Abaya wearing,hijab tightly fitted,head on foreground, child bearing,widowed,Zehr *She like others,manouevered my body as if it was play-doh,tried to flesh together something that could not exist,my pretty […]
Dear Daddy?Can I still call you by such a name?When over a decade has passed and you lay under ground,kafan over body, Grief does not come to mind when in thought of you,Only a rejoice of you in rememberance,Despite falsified time,your flowered respect continues to bloom,your name never undermined,come visit me in my garden, A […]
kal,a word in urdu used for both yesterday and tomorrow, Kal,My family told me, my life will begin,because a Man will be by my side,yet,Kal,My life began,A tapestry I worked into,and I never needed any Man, Kal,the women of the family will parade me down my wedding aisle,will cover me in Haldi* and feed me […]