14224, oldie oldness
Posted by MeDiNaStaR, Thu Mar-03-05 10:06 AM
& its been a while while since i posted in freestyle..
Women of Buhodle
Allah has called you
By your appellation
Naya
Lady
Bibi
Jump up
And beat down
The patriarchal
Worms eating you
From the inside
Swaying honeys
Your transparent
Cloth wont cover
Up body fat
And curves of
Loneliness
Don’t kill
Us
To be Adam’s
Bruised rib
Beaten by passion
Wrapped in a dirty
Niqaab
Dear mother,
Willingness
Chants in the dawn
Between
Yes and no
Later and now
When comfort found
You in silent compromise
And I wish Hope
Could challenge
Your fire to burn
Down sterilized
Dreams
And scattered pieces of you
Rotten in United Nations
Neglected camps
Where confrontation
Sleeps
In between two
Clans on the
Cushion of
A nation
Woman of Buhodle
I hear your stumbling
Cry
Because
“ drum are never beaten without a reason”
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no coco no cry ©
*TWINNING*
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