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Women of Muslim heritage using the power of poetry to express their inner and outer worlds.
Poetry

Not now, only when

All my ten toes, bypassed yearly allergies,
for an infected dream, of like
what could it be, so let it be a summers day.
When it happened to be in a night
from Ramadan. He hurts the ones He loves

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i see brown brothers

i see brown brothers break open their rib-cages to drink the urine of pale women. not-my-colour women. calling it sweet sweet mm-mmm sweet honey. these same brothers who close their backs on the molasses dripping thick from the hands of…

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Poetry

When I was labelled Muslim woman

When I was labelled Muslim woman I became defined By the generation I was born in and the struggles we carried From ‘I’, I became ‘we’ in an instant. When I am seen with my scarf Covering strands on my…

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Poetry

Oh Little Brown Girl

Oh little brown girl, your mother tells you to close your legs otherwise the cloak of virtue will leave you Oh little brown girl, your father cannot love you and all you want is him to hold you close Oh…

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Poetry

Grief

she has her father’s hands filled with soft oceans.   to sleep i would lay next to him listening to The Voice of Peace salt-water-air filling the room as i wrapped my small hands around his (my body a fraction…

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Poetry

The sound of a dying heart

Do you not hear the sound of hope falling? It shatters as it hits the ground It clinks, it clanks Do you know what words sound like as they disappear? It is a backwards whisper An uncomfortable removal of syllable,…

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Poetry

Do not tell us to calm down

Do not tell us to calm down Do not tell us to shut up Do not tell us to back down When you never miss a chance To shoot our dreams with your laws like arrows But, do not forget…

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Poetry

Enough

You say your background was the same as mine, And you’re a friend so I don’t want to make you feel bad But you’re getting wronger and wronger every time So I go along with it Longer and longer I…

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Poetry

The skin I live in

British – Asian – Muslim – Female. Everyone is entitled to their right to vote, you are entitled to make a decision based on all the facts and statistics, and the history that guided you there. However to the man…

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If I was to be born to be

I was to be pure I was to become sinful I was to be guided I was to be forgiven   But if I was to be born to be pure To stay pure To stay guided To stay faultless…

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Poetry

Seeds

I’m waiting I’m waiting for the weight of apology to be lifted from my tired shoulders All the scrutinising and criticising of how I look and how I do I’m waiting For the apology that is long overdue. Tell me…

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Poetry

Dear Father

Dear Father I know to you I am your only Daughter But I am my own person now Father I know it’s hard to set me free But I am not in any ease I know my choices are not…

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Poetry

Dear Muslimah

Dear Muslimah, I write to you a letter of benevolence, hoping it finds you in peace and makes you ponder. For we are made of the same mud, and perhaps even share the same blood. We have read the same…

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Poetry

I left

Because I understood at too young of an age that I should be ashamed of my body.   Because it was painfully clear that my brothers were of greater value than my sisters and I.   Because I was taught…

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Poetry

Once taken

I don’t have a spine How do I walk? It’s missing I know it I’m empty My body becomes limp Legs buckle I begin to stumble I don’t have a backbone How do I stand? He took it I know…

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