Words of Aazka

I tie my hair in a bun. To run. So, I run. I run, I run, and I run. Under the sun, in front of a gun, I run. Someone loosens my hair Hijacks my finger Doubles the fare By calling it ‘equality’ They double their glare Calling it fair. By the time, I and they sweatily reach, He is well-dressed and already there. Smiling and claiming his equal share  No, he is not the tortoise I am the hare. ~ Aazka  Image Source: Pinterest

I bleed and I run Under the sun In the heat, I sweat But I run. My blood is blue It is filthy And it is cruel I am impure to talk to God I am a sack on the floor I can only nod Oh no, do not touch that! You will make it impure! It will need to be washed Because you carry a curse in your womb. Loves, everywhere, The red bloody blood you bleed Which hurts you and keeps you in pain And then again you run in the heat Is the one which gives every person their life And every parent their child An unwanted daughter or a prayed-for son And everyone, two legs to run! That soldier who died of bleeding was murdered not killed And my blood which stains your valuable expensive clothes Is the creator of that brave soldier, you filth! Look at every life in detail Through the microscope Every inch of life you call human Would never have had any hope! That red shiny blood She and I bleed from our vaginas The one you are ashamed of Makes us fiercer than hyenas! I am a fire-breather I breathe through you...

I am a woman in the corner of every room A bludgeoning figure of doom In these corners, I have survived A fortune of others’ salaries. No, my mother was never silent I see it on her face All the lines she flawlessly aced. Every time her bat hit the balls She saved herself from the falls She gave me birth with a tongue and a spine I have stood over these heaps of rings and frocks Trying not to whine My wounded tongue screams the names Of those who want to see me shamed I breathe no fire I possess no wings My only standing defence is my voice With which I shall eternally sing The booming sound is my mother’s And I shall echo it further On my bleeding feet I dance I sing In your soundproof tyranny That trespassing voice is our ring. ~ Aazka  Image source: Pinterest