Aimanu Begum Poems
A Woman Is Just Dead Flesh
Dark fear plagues my mind,
I dare not go out.
The streets are full
with prowling scavengers.
They do not wait
for my death.
I am already dead
a woman, just flesh.
: A humble tribute to all the Bravehearts
who were victims of sexual crime.
Give Me Sunshine
A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
and clear the morning fog.
My soul feels stranded,
like a car in the middle of the road
in the heavy downpour of the summer rain.