She has been made shapeless
Lacking human face
And I have walked alone
In a public place
Skipped for no reason
Sung loud enough for men to hear
I have even laughed
But for accidents
Of birth and time
I could be a walking ghost
My shape a sin, treachery my skin
My face deleted from the world
The Samson-hair that keeps me strong
Buried under burlap weight
Defined by them, by my potential to them
My borders closed and patrolled
I thought at first she was a shadow. I guess in a way, she is.
Where do you writers find these words? How do you pair them up this way?
Amazing... simply amazing...
Posted by: Pollux at May 21, 2002 10:41 PMVery nice! Very insightful! I liked the Samson reference. Of course I read all the entries, thanks for letting me know! You already know my opinion about your writing, but be sure that I will criticize if I have anything to :).
Posted by: Anca at May 22, 2002 09:27 AMthis is a really great poem. It's has great rhythm and a really interesting message. I stumbled on this by accident, but it's a wonderful poem.
Ann
I have looked all over the Internet for a picture of a Muslim woman in a black burqua but I cannot find one.
Can you tell me where to find one?
Thanks,
Alana Thomas