Mitta Xinindlu Poems

The body of a woman 
belongs only to her,  
and not to any man.
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There is a mountain placed before us.
It's wide, big; high above the clouds.
With no way around it;
no choice about it.
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We're sitting on a hill,
reminiscing about our deeds.
These are mesmerising moments of ease;
scenes are harmonising in keys.
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Fathers who protect their children deserve appreciation.
These are gatherers of food who fend off starvation.
Fees are paid in full; there's never depreciation.
Daughters and toddlers are safe under their nation.
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They say that:
for every action, there is a reaction.
for every positive, there is a negative
for every right, there is a wrong.
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We stand in queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stand, standing up for something,
while some of them stand, standing up for nothing.
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Someone please lend me a veil
To cover this fragile face.
To cover this nakedness now covered with shame.
A black veil is best fitting to wail.
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I dream of forests and narrow rivers;
Of the mountains and fountains of disunited souls.
The cries of the unborn aborted children;
The great distance between lovers.
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I see no point in dwelling in our thoughts.
I scare the flipping wings off your skin.
Even owls cannot stay awake on this night since we just fought.
You are clearly disoriented when you take your gin.
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A voice to my youth,
our youth.
A voice of pain finally released.
Unappeased.
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