you will not
drag my body through your –
muddy dirty
battlefield.
you will not –
dress me
undress me
police me.
my body is not
the battlefield
for your morals –
religious or secular.
my morals
reside in my heart
my morals are –
not hidden in the folds of my clothes
(and just to make it clear,
my honor lives with my values,
and not as you think – in my vagina.)
stop dressing us,
undressing us,
stop policing our bodies
in the name of your –
false morals and values.
(c) khulud khamis | Haifa | 26 August 2016
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a Palestinian feminist writer, born to a Slovak mother and a Palestinian father. Growing up in two countries and between two cultures, my identity is composed of both, and my multicultural background affects my writing. I write fiction, poetry and non-fiction fragments. My first novel, “Haifa Fragments,” was published in 2015 by Spinifex Press (Australia), New Internationalist (UK), and translated into Italian and Turkish. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Haifa. In my fiction, poetry, as well as non-fiction, I deal with political and social issues such as identity, belonging, racism and discrimination, art as political resistance, hard-core social taboos in the Palestinian society, and issues affecting women and the LGBTQI community, all from a feminist perspective. I’m a member of the radical feminist collective Isha L’Isha – Haifa Feminist Center, and live with my daughter in Haifa.
website: khuludkhamis.com
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