Sindh: Land of the Lost

How many mothers, how many children? How many girls, how many bodies? How many years of Barbarity Hunger Undue Thirst Tragedy Obliteration? When does the disease end, this disease that is worse than death? When do the thrones fall — when does the earth eat them? When does the sky descend? When does God’s wind…

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how to be a conservative.

be a white woman give up my voice love my man and family harder and longer  than any other choice get on my knees recite my prayers pledge to give up my own ambition especially if he dares love my father  love my mother where else did the savings come from? couldn’t be my job…

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Wade’s Courage.

We say we don’t know what to say around them / they / us / he / his / she / her / hers / they / them none of our business and when a black father offered love and support we suddenly knew our tongues awoke from the deepest slumber with ignorance black people…

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The Idea of Separation

I hope marriage never takes the life out of my eyes like it did my mother, and my grandmother, or her mother before her I never want the words “I do” to put celestial shackles on my wrists and ankles, confining me to my own otherworldly hell Because so many young women want a wedding…

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Soft Hearts, Hard Anger

They were warned. They were warned of the ones whose smiles soothed the coldest hearts, whose laughter caused the darkest of rooms to alight with fire and song and dance. They were warned of the gleeful, soft souls. Of what became of them when they were pushed. And shoved. And cornered. For it is said…

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