Mina bröst är som nya när jag känner på dem. Som om dina händer har förvandlat dem, omskapat dem. Det får mig att känna mig närvarande, erotisk, sinnlig. Såsom du känns.
Men Kill Me
-Mohja Kahf
How they think the sun is all for them
and the water is all for them
how they accept the wind at their backs
as if wind was the handmaid of their father and they inherited her without a murmur
Men kill me
how they think the earth of green and gold and God
is all…
(Source: fala7idreams)
I wrote a story. You can klick on the link and read it if you wish.
“Me: The picture in the newspaper.
He: Yes. I remember that. The photographer asked me to hold the rifle in an offhand manner. Is that not a horrible request?
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."
“Judgments”
I took this last year, but in retrospect, I think it’s my strongest piece from high school.Working on this project really made me examine my own opinions, preconceptions and prejudices about “slutty” women and women who choose to cover all of their skin alike. I used to assume that all women who wore Hijabs were being oppressed, slut-shame, and look down on and judge any woman who didn’t express her sexuality in a way that I found appropriate.
I’d like to think I’m more open now.
You Learn.
You Learn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to…
