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I AM HALF YOUR WORLD



I am half your world



I am a Goddess
A bearer of your continuity
An embodiment of sacrifice
A symbol of love and compassion



I am a mother
A mirror of your emotions
An answer to your worries
An umbilical cord of your needs



I am a wife
A torchbearer of your love
A pinch of spice in your life
A house keeper of your heart



I am a friend
A keeper of your secrets
A shoulder for your cries
A cool breeze in your life



I am a sister
A receiving end of your pranks
A quarrelsome and doting pal
A buddy who annoys yet cares.



I am a daughter
A bundle of your joy
A twinkle of your eyes
A reason for your smiles



I am a daughter, a sister and a friend



Yet you:
Strangulate me in the womb
Mourn me on my birth
Discriminate in my upbringing
Exclude me from the inheritance
Treat me like an object



I am a wife, a mother and a Goddess:



Yet you ,
Burn my face and my dreams
Clip my wings and my freedom
Rape me and my ambitions
Kill me and my aspirations.



And yet, so I remain
Half of your world.



No, not the better half,
I am the ailing half,
The crying half
The other half.



IlmanaFasih



March 8, 2011

      • South and Central Asia
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