They took the child you once were before you were even born. They robbed her with their laws and their stares and their whistles, kicked her down and she could never dream, no, not even in my arms as I waited for the other you, the dead you, to come back for her.
Read More“I’m not saying in those years I tried to forget you but I tried to stop remembering you… I could not forget you anymore than I could forgive myself for trying to.”
Read More“Raised by a mother who believed imagination was sinful, Mina was constantly punished and derided for her creative spirit…. And yet, her poetry breathes with transformative vitality. She dares to imagine a world where women exist wholly as themselves, their value disconnected from the preferences of men.”
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