Two young girls
With their father
With permits
With papers
With silky clothes
With eyes unslept
With skins rough
Two young girls
Without love
Without teeth
Without shoes
Without tears
Without smiles
Without cheeks
Without rings
Two young girls
And a father
With a brother
With no mother
Two young girls
Were picked
By the man
In uniform
For interrogation
Of their citizenship
Of their birth
Of their color
Of their faces
Of their language
Of their accent
Of their ugliness
Of their helplessness
Of their beauty
Their father had
A great escape
When he “paved” the way
Of their exit
7/7/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm...........well penned sadiq......