Poem: Violated

Like having a strange man

undress you, grope you,

take pictures and have his way

and you lying there

still, accepting it

because our right to go against the government,

is limited to a string of hollow words and empty documents on an ancient piece of paper

The perpetrator looks at you

partly annoyed, partly disgusted

as you cling, sobbing, to your less shreds of clothing,

unwilling to let go

apparently there’s something arranged about wanting to be covered

in a society in which women are only accepted when undressed

he tears off the remainder of your clothing and finishes his business

and sends you on your way

with no regard for your emotions

you are no longer a human being

 

Poem: Violated

Poem: Il n’y a pas de soucis/There are No Worries

Il n’y a pas de soucis

Iln’y a pas de soucis

Il n’y a pas desoucis

dans le monde

Rien de personne souhait qu’on soit meilleure

Il n’a pasde soucis

Tout est beau

Il n’y a rien sauf ce qu’Allah nous a donnĂ©

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There are no worries

Thereare no worries

There are noworries

in the world

No one wishes they were better

There areno worries

Everything is beautiful

There is nothing except that which Allah has given us

Poem: Il n’y a pas de soucis/There are No Worries