“Moon Sitting”. No.7 of 27 poems for International Women’s Day


We shall soar and legs akimbo straddle the post Dark moon

In her androgyny

Finger twist hijabian ends and smell woman warmth.

Touching skin we will forgive our mothers

Who taught us how to breast-press,


Close our legs,

Eat the lesser portion,

Close our mouths, never giggle, wash our scarred vulvas

Repeat useless mantras

Seek no answers

Accept our lot

And burn our extension ends.

for CBH 11dec 2013



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