i. Embracing my roots glued me to the ground every time I tried to spread my wings
ii. I am thirteen and my mother developed a dislike towards foreign boys she said I would be much safer with boys my own race
iii. The only men that ever dared to hurt me, to spit my name in a conversation in favour of their own ego, to reduce my entire being to a bottle of Araqi, a thing for play that is bought sold and passed around, to degrade and humiliate my sisters, they were blood.
iv. Blood uses his own sister’s name to get into someone else’s sister’s pants.
v. I ran around the kitchen table in circles at nine thinking if I ran fast enough I’ll finally fly,
instead I got the wind knocked out of me and haven’t been able to breathe ever since.
vi. You are now manually breathing. Step 1 take a deep breath. Step 2 breathe in the accusations. Step 3 breathe out nonchalance
vii. The men that were considerate enough to walk past women in empty streets so they wouldn’t feel followed are the same men that fathered cat callers.
viii. Time never healed wounds.
ix. Time is nine months inside your mother’s womb wasted for you to compare every passing woman to an hourglass
x. The men in my country, having failed at every other, declared cat calling our national sport.
xi. The ghosts in my hometown felt like loneliness but the ghosts in my motherland feel like bad company, I cannot tell which is worse
xii. Where I come from the men like to silence their wives, open their mouths too wide when they laugh. You can see all of their thirty two teeth but lack of wisdom.
xiii. I am twenty and my mother does not know that blood no longer looks out for blood.
About The Author:
Sara Bedri is one super talented Poet from Sudan, who gives the world a unique taste of poetry.
She is amongst the army of writers who have taken the art as not just what they do, but who they are.
Sara is one Poet to look out for, with words of fire that melts the hardest of hearts and leaves a mark of truth in all spheres of life!
Glow on Dear!! 🔥🔥