I am a girl with a world of dreams,
Brimful with the pure feeling of life.
I am a girl with a backpack of eaten words
And seconds overwhelmed with chaos.
I am a girl. Let me think about the good days.
I am a girl. Let me breathe.
I have remained under your fists and kicks for years
But I will never break.
I am a woman, harder than diamonds
And no burqas will hide me.
Why should I cover for your honor?
“What does a woman have to say?” you told me.
You told me to be silent,
But you didn’t know:
Even my silence is a thunderous roar.
The white dress was an imposed gift.
Tight and painful
Neither does it attach to me body
Nor does it leave my embrace.
The dress- to be replaced with a coffin-
Is an unwanted gift from my father.
Alas, customs don’t tolerate my naked wounds.
I will take the pain
For one day
It might be torn off my body.
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Feature image by Zahra W.