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.
Why did the overcrowded capital of a third-world country suddenly feel like heaven? It hadn’t for the last 20-odd years.
Her world was indefinite, her spirits unbound. For she knew she had nothing to fear and nothing to lose. Each passing day, she was her own competitor in the long race in her mind.
My dearest Cinderella,
Your sisters can go fulfil their rite of passage
but you my dearest,
you will not go.
Pious puzzle
possessing an ability to answer