I am raunching home through grey rust air
a burning brick and a feather
Why did you throw that THING THERE?
Between my LEGS
Fear of
POW!
A gunshot burnt
from the place where the
light on fire is
Smoke chasing after my frightened fleeing
heels
and my vagina cries out in horror at your
FUCKING
Rocket.
Isn’t the puny sag between your legs ENOUGHT?
I was walking home today when a boy threw a firecracker on the ground between my legs. This anger comes from the feeling that, the the very part of my body that already feels a bit unwelcome here, was attacked. I ask you to not take this as something that is common in Egypt. I chose to share this ugliness with you, not because it is an overwhelming presence here (it is not), but rather because it does exist and if my accounts are to be at all real, then they cannot all be about mango sunsets.
1 comment:
You are beautiful and I love you. And you are brave to write something that is true to your experience - thank you for your bold and unapologetic honesty. That said, I wish you lots and lots of mango sunsets.
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