En dikt om flickors situation, skriven av en shiamuslimsk tjej från Indien.
being born a girl child
is a very heavy price to pay
a girl child
a bit of her
each day they slay
branded as cattle
this doll of clay
she has to beg
to her dismay
no play
no holiday
scalding hot water
if she disobey
older when she gets
married
they will burn her anyway
this is just a rehersal
that they underplay
god too is homeless
to whom does she pray
my […]
Här skriver hon om de tiggande kvinnorna..mitt hjärta såras och gråter över detta..
SITTING WAITING IN A QUEUE
INVOKING YOUR NAME
FOR A COIN OR TWO
SOME SEE US AND SHOO
SOME HARD RUDE WORDS SPEW
HUMAN HEARTS HAVE BECOME HARD
ITS TRUE
MANGLED HOPES
STRANGLED HOPES
NOTHING NEW
THOUGH A
HEALING TOUCH
IS OVERDUE
men gud va hemskt