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Shahla Latifi

Strange Curiosity

 

 As a girl

With a strange curiosity

I watched my mother,

How she endured the drain of her beauty 

 

Her youth was so brief

Her life seemed meaningless

Beneath all her hushed whispers

Was the voice of a woman who preferred to be free

 

As a girl

With a restless voice

I could not scream

I could not cry aloud,

To grieve for the songbirds who suffered a sudden death

 

As a girl

Humming in the garden

I watched the caterpillars,

Transform into butterflies on the arms of ripe roses

 

As a girl

I saw stars illuminate the night

The rain, behind the window

The wind in the arms of a living evening

Carrying me away to unknown shores

 

As a girl

Every time I parted my lips to complaints

I would be in trouble

 

But still,

With love on my shoulders

Holding my head high

I stared far above the free stars

 

Shahla Latifi

October 1st, 2019