I see your ache
The wreck of your bein’
The lines of misery are all drawn the same
I see your dark night, no star in sight
And deafenin’ sounds
Of the earth beatin’ itself.. shakin’
Houses burnin’ comin’ down
Humans crying ..
I hear ya my girl..
Your pain ain’t not yours alone
It’s the smokin’ flamin’ burnin’
Of mammas n grammas of centuries past
Beaten.. shamed.. accused.. n punished
I have you in my heart my girl..
But I see more.. my love?
The darkness lain under your eyes,
The staring gaze .. the twitch right there,
The scratchy voice you spoken with,
The pallor around your lively mouth,
The stiffness .. readiness of how you sit,
The force you gather n hold your skirts with,
Ah what is that thing dear girl?
My pain is that of centuries past
And centuries comin’
My heart and earth are shatterin’
Ya I am the madness in the streets of Kabul
they killed with stones n bricks ma!
I am the witch they burnt on stake
For dancin’ with my friends the spirits
All that I am and every particle of my bein’
Has a story three-nights-long to tell
The shame n fear have come together
The twin serpents from gods own hell
I shake with shame for my weakness
I fear the streets ma, I fear the town..
You know ma, how I’m all the women like me before?
Just as I am every woman ever lynched
Burnt alive, smothered, slain..
He is every single one of the mob!
Every hand that holds a stick
Screamin’ for blood ma!
I startle at lil sounds ma
I look behind me all the time
It’s not even an even fight
He’s the eternal victor ma,
I, the eternally damned!
Yasmeen zehra anwer
*We thank Ash ES for sharing the works of this Poetess.