Sunday, March 3, 2013

Red Rose



Red,
Like a rose.
But many,
too many,
bunched together
so the red is too bright.
It's overwhelming;
No longer just a gesture
But now a full scream.
SHOUT.
Pain.
Now take the rose,
Cut it up,
Soak it in its own colour.
The petals in the middle
Darker,
More deeply punished in its redness.
Cry.
Shame.
Broken.
Shedded.
Cramped.
Spit out the word
VAGINA.
Scientific
Cold
Scary
Give it a new name
more childlike
Playful
Pussy.
Take the sting out.
Mutilate the word.
FGM.
Menstruation.
The time of the month?
The electricity bill is due?
Now laugh
Sigh.
Feel.
hips,
breasts,
stomach,
archs,
and angles,
WOMAN.
Love
Life.
Power.
Red,
like that rose
All bunched together.
Many.
Stronger.
Sing the words.
Call it what you will:
A celebration of life.


Happy International Women's Day 2012

Nimo Hussein

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