You don't love me the way I am
But,
I love myself -
I love my genuine olive skin.
If you look at me with open eyes
Under the tan lines of my shoulders,
Between the valleys of my breasts
You will see a heart full of truth and happiness.
If you don't like me
Just because
That you cannot let go of your ignorance.
If you could only calm your senses,
With a good book, a cup of warm tea, a great thought,
Or perhaps,
Looking at the moon and the lovely stars on a starry night
You may find a woman's hidden desires in the palm of your heart.
You man,
Heavy casualties of dead justice
You man,
A devotee of the paradise,
Which is genuinely unknown to humankind
You man,
Buried in delusion, drowned in the deep blood of sin,
Look at me; I am a woman,
Your better half,
The joy of creation of your God.
Shahla Latifi
September, 2023
- Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2023 16:56
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for conservative-minded Persian men who decry the life of women. The kind of men who see a woman as a worthless assistant of life.
- Category: Reflection
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