stop policing my body
a poem I wrote in August 2016, to which I added now a visual element If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work: www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
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Mama, you will always be home
I watch her eyes as she watches the news. I watch the fear almost spilling out. Behind the glass windows – A horror movie. A helpless ninety year old woman – Beaten in her bed. Wheelchairs parked in the middle of the night – In the corridor. Slumping wrinkled bodies sleeping – In the wheelchairs… Read More Mama, you will always be home
one day
one day, we might meet – soul to soul, not this – eyes to screen. until then, my spirit is aching for – solitude. (c) khulud khamis | 2017 If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
inspiration among artists
Adi Liraz is a Berlin-based multi and interdisciplinary artist I’ve been friends with on Facebook for quite some time. Recently, two specific works of her caught my eye. The first one was just around the Burkini ban. Around that time, out of rage, I wrote a poem by the title “Stop Policing My Body.” Shortly… Read More inspiration among artists
I will say the words – status in context
* status in context * I will say the words. Even if saying them puts my very life in danger. I will say my words. I will stand with you, sister, and fight for your right until my very last breath, until my very last words. Even if I am the only one standing with… Read More I will say the words – status in context
stop policing my body
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… Read More stop policing my body
you know who you are. untitled.
when you let me go, we both thought I’d fall down and – break. what neither of us knew – is that during our together-time, I had grown – wings. – (c) khulud khamis | Haifa, August 2016
