& 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
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