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Sabrina Salah Poem
Have you seen the desert?
My first steps are remembered by her sands.
I was raised on her mirages,
Bartered off when I first shed blood.
My wedding journey was etched on her visage,
Rows of camels, a blushing bride, a man in the front.
My grave will also be a secret in her breast.
Have you held the desert?
She cannot be contained.
But I am,
Within four walls in her realm,
Bound by ropes invisible to all,
By my man and many many men,
Who know better than everyone.
Have you ruled the desert?
No one owns her, she goes where she pleases.
But I am,
Told when to go, how to go, where to go
My steps should not err,
For even the falcons have eyes,
And tongues men understand.
Have you touched the desert?
She plays like a wayward child.
But I am no child,
I have breasts that suckle children,
Hips that bear weight of a man,
Hair which is twisted into handholds,
To bang my head on the walls.
Have you annoyed the desert?
She spews piercing needles.
One day I will rage like her
My mother who bore me upon her chest,
And fed me her rare water.
One day I will pierce those men’s eyes
Who would want to know me closely,
More and more, morning and night.
One day I will be smart like her
Upon those men, who don’t know what we both know,
And let them sink into her depths.
Copyright © Sabrina Salah | Year Posted 2016
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Sabrina Salah Poem
I wish I could fly a kite
To let it soar where I can’t go,
To see the heavens where I can’t reach,
To be above things, as I can never climb.
I wish I could tame a bird
To hear stories of places I can never see,
To sing tunes which I can never make,
To chirp, when I can’t smile.
I wish I could make a flower bloom
To touch its softness as I am rough,
To know fragrance, since I stink,
To grasp beauty in my twisted fingers.
I wish I could stay and listen
To sounds nobody hears.
I wish I could stand and applaud
The beauty no one sees.
I wish I could caress
The ones that cry with no sound.
I wish I could clean
All the filth around me
But I am old
Beaten and bored.
Poor and lonely
Sick and foul.
I can’t change
I can’t protest.
I see no hope
For me, or you.
My wishes - my pets,
Stay behind me
To tell a story
Of one who passed making no mark,
Who crumbled into dust, and went with the wind.
Copyright © Sabrina Salah | Year Posted 2016
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