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A Suppressed Woman is Dangerous

I see you watching me

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Take Me Home

Heartbreak like this make me yearn for comforts I never even had

The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back

Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to sleep with head massages laced with coconut oil

Bare feet, long braids, eating food on the floor with my hands

Heartbreak that makes me want to start again in my mother’s footsteps because starting afresh in my own shoes won’t be enough to make me forget

Heartbreak that makes me wish I wasn’t here

So I start to daydream about not being here

Not being dead

But being reborn in the country that flows through my veins

Then I’d never have met you

And I can imagine I wouldn’t ever have to know what it feels like

To be heartbroken like this

 

 

 

 

 

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Dramatic, Period

She always lay beneath the moon, forever at service to the earth that held her and the ocean lapping softly at her feet

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Elements

My whole life, I thought I was lacking

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To The Women Of My Blood

A perception of South Asian women has lingered

That they are inherently submissive, naive, hidden from the world behind dupattas and burkas

But I look to the women of my bloodline who arrived before me

Audacious, uncompromising, unbearable to the men who don’t want to hear them

Bold looks, big dreams, words armed with wit

It’s dangerous

Some will try and bring you down to earth where they want you to belong

But you are flying, dazzling, undefeated

Your mother brought you and my mother to a cold strange land for a better life

And as your necklace rests on my chest I remember

To never compromise, to never bow my head in submission, to be free

As we laid you to rest, the birds were flying above

And I just knew

You were flying with them

For my dear Aunt Fauzia, 1959 – 2017

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Zubaida’s 1947

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Zubaida and the children left their home to discover a new religious refuge

Her husband would catch up with her later, he had to do what men do

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Second Generation

My Father was a hipster
His Father was a prisoner of war

Both of my Grandmothers believed in God

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Gliding

You say you notice everything about me

You laugh and say I walk like I’m ice skating

Feet bounding ahead in a circular motion

As if that makes it easier to keep moving forward

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Outbursts

I have a theory

That every blue moon, gold spills off my tongue

Unravelling out of my mouth like a seed in bloom

After a long winter of nothingness

 

It scares people

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Shade

Some people will try and dim your light
Somewhere down your lifeline

The source of sorrow is that it won’t be who you expect
The devil appears in beautiful forms
And none are immune to his deception