"Someone has to write all those stories: why not me?"
do you ever meet someone and you’re like wow I could write a book about you
"You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick."
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
He bit like a bulldog, fast and hard. I waited for the day to end but it wouldn’t. You promised you’d wait but they never do. Still I expected some good karma after my years of hardship. I listened to the same song over. Thinking it would fix me somehow. You listened to my same words over. Thinking they would take away the stabbing pain in your gut. My father said that boys don’t know. How can he say that? When he left me knowing. I couldn’t rewind neither. You left me baked and blushing. Fear laced through my features. It felt like I was being pulled all at once. And no one could win the tug of war.
just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves