Injured Soul

portrait_by_Victoria_Villalobos

I dangle back and forth aimlessly
My pain is profound, too deep to be healed
Sorrow made its nest in my soul

Heart Break

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When her heart rips apart
she walks off into a donkey skin.
She add wings to her shoulders
prepares to fly away

Attachment

wine-splash

My indisposed body desires red wine
to pour into a head filled with memories of you.
It wants to burn a cigarette and watch
as such beauty strikes the darkness.

Daydreaming

dreamland

I gazed on the title of a book about someone
I had tried so hard to imitate.
I swallowed all the words
Sending them to remote corners of my brain.

A Girl in the Masjid

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The clock turns 8:45 p.m.,
and I hear Mullah’s Adhan.
I need to get ready, for now I’m in
a rush.

I Write

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I write to the blind ears
I write. I don’t care
If you don’t read it
I write for my son

My Broom Sweeps the Dust

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Mom looks at me and says,
“Daughter! You must work even harder
Because you will marry soon, very soon!”

My Pen, My Pride

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In front of you, I am a woman, your slave, a tired face of fear
What do I mean to you?
I know the answer: A victim of tolerance, a friend of silence

To My Mother

Hafiza-and-her-mother

You always say
Compassion gives power
Generosity makes you glad
Forgiveness shows a way forward

I Panic

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I panic and keep myself hidden in a burqa
so you won’t sin when you see my innocent body.