She is in my bones.
Her love is what keeps me going.
She’s my love for the throne.
She’s where I belong, my home.

With each step,
Its fear that I disown.

She is my only need
She’s the root of my womanly seed.
While my grandma’s grave bleed
I promise to nurture this fecund power; bittersweet.

With each step,
Her fire, I feed. Her desire, I freed.

She is my only hero.
Her footsteps, I shall follow.
Her senses, aglow.
Her beauty, I reflect like a rainbow.

With each step,
I kill her sorrow.

She is Feminism. And I am She.

Words by Habiba Orsud.


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