Though it was a crossing of two worlds, one might say she looked quite silly.
Yet her stride was all the evidence needed to know she was very confident in her ability to look silly.
The world laughed and she mourned for lives that failed to see past their pretty boxes to merge and see all the silly. For all this silly was a beautiful portrait of past meet present meets future.
silly, silly girl!! has no one told you that you must conform? a saree and a blazer, a chitenge as a suit!! a formal massacre in pursuit!!
you are blasphemous to this world how dare you raise your curls!!. did it not occur to you that they are people behind, an obstruction you cause in a failed attempt at culture. you my child are just that a child, a silly girl!!
she had smirked at the hands that clutched pearls, she had laughed and danced and rolled hips to beats that seemed too erotic to be seen. Oh, how her soul rolled to those rhythms too. though belittled she was forever amused, 'ridiculous silly girl' they called her then 'forward thinking' man to place such patterns upon a suit?
she would forever be a silly girl for in all her silliness the world would see her silenced ancestors and perhaps in their gasping silence they'd finally hear them too.....
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Salvaged Soul
Şiir"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
