A Continent and an ocean away
Nigerian mothers, heads wrapped
in bright print scarves
wail and howl in a sea of grief
for their kidnapped girls.
I cannot imagine such loss.
My daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters
were with me yesterday
visiting, laughing, family together.
Yet the face of the mother in the green head-scarf
is somehow my face
her anguish mine as well
her impotence and anger and frustration
connects me to her
with a double square knot
that will not be undone
until unspeakable acts
like the one that snatched her daughter
cease to happen, and women
no longer walk in fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem