poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
the block a woman killed
by her husband
poem now about one minute
and the lives of four women
in it
haitian mother
she walks through
town carrying her son's
head—banging it against
her thigh calling out
creole come see, see what
they've done to my flesh
holds on to him grip tight
through hair wool
his head all that's
left of her
in tunisia
she folds pay up into stocking
washes his european semen
off her head
hands her heart to god
and this month's rent to mother
sings berber the gold
haired one favored me, rode
and ripped my flesh, i now
have food to eat
brooklyn lover
stumbles—streets ragged under sneakers
she carries her heart
banged up against
thighs crying ghetto
look, look what's been done with
my flesh, my trust, humanity,
somebody tell me
something good
So nice by the facts in many country at war or in peace. Thank you for sharing.
Very amazing poem shared on really. Wisely penned poem shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That such brutality and agony exists anywhere on the face of the earth is a matter of disgust for all peoples- and then to hear the sad sad plea that somebody tell me something good rips the soul and tears the heart- -Suheir Hammad is an important voice in today's world