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Leopards For Mahsa Amini
The children born of Venus break through their bounds,voices loud,brave, beautiful roars that echo across the world,hair tumbling down their backs as they run,carrying the fates of their younger sisters on their shoulders. Windows light up as they pass,faces and fingers press against the glass,girls are gleeful,desperate for a glimpse of the leopards as they…
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What Is A Woman?
Luckily for me, and my lackadaisical little woman brain,there will always be men, making sweeping statements on my behalf.Battering down my kitchen door to bellow definitions and debating with shadows,while I give a bemused, indifferent glance,glazing over as the pasta boils over, and I pray for some peace and quiet. Luckily for me,the lads are…
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Women
The bitter bite of being underestimated, again, as if I am not sewn together, from the ones the world tried to tear apart. Today, I am not the girl I was. I am patched up, with pieces, a collage of Queens. Their bones are fused, with my refusal to be silent, we are together, awake,…
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Monster Truck
Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 