The History Teacher - Poem by Atef Ayadi
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Women's History, and
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
Or a Faeroe?
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
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