Rib – Hammer – Love
I was made out of rib,
crooked, untrained,
glittering in the night,
musk in the rain.
They hammered with love,
straightened my spine,
a body defiant,
with thoughts mi
Rib – Hammer – Love
I was made out of rib,
crooked, untrained,
glittering in the night,
musk in the rain.
They hammered with love,
straightened my spine,
a body defiant,
with thoughts misaligned.
Now I hold my own face,
a stranger’s design,
drawing myself-
piece by piece, line by line.
When they say I’m red,
I paint with my blood;
when they say I’m blue,
I drown in the flood.
In the clash of colors,
I claim what is true
a spirit unbound,
reborn and renewed.
faiqa.chughtai