But, all this means nothing. I am a failure. That’s right, I’m single!

I always woke up in the middle of the night.

Growing up I didn’t ever hear or know the word privilege.

He asked me, why my colours don’t shine as brightly as hers.

And I slid,
Through the lips of her vulva
Onto the pathway of success.

Our mothers saw
That a future brighter than theirs
Lay before us.

Too soon, I felt the days get warmer.

In a life filled with melodrama, she would be the audience to the telenovela.

I feel betrayed by the #hijabiXmona video’s appeasement and its marketing as the antithesis of what it actually is – a performance to a dominant gaze.

You were born little and tiny but the excitement I felt was uncontainable.