Wednesday, April 27, 2011

For Grandma (Paternal)

This tall wide hip woman
Moving with the flow--
Of this heat filled wind
Her narrow dark eyes
Suppressing this immense intelligence
Surrounded by this chain
Placed by this society
This culture that praised
The robotic submissiveness
Of this woman that sat
Controlling the volume
Of even the breath
Her lungs released
The power in these hips
Brought forth these children
That came in the form of nine
Staring at the mirror
Her beauty long faded
Replaced by this drive
To please this submissive role
Giving her soul—
To these lips
That soon moved
To please this young replica—
Of the woman she was
The year her breasts rose
From the city of Eyl  (Northern Somalia)
 This city surrounded by—
The beauty of these mountains
These waterfalls that danced
Like her hips—
When she walked
looking at this replica
Twenty years of giving
Froze her sanity
She walked
These mountains consumed
What was to be—
This woman that handed
These hips of mine
Dancing with every step.

Yasmine Farah
Copyright © 2011

1 comment:

  1. Great job on this one. Very well written and I loved how it ends.

    Thanks for sharing ;)