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Maha Zimmo

22 Jun Maha Zimmo

THE COLONIZED | FOR MY HONEY MOLASSES SISTERS BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT

 

 

i see brown brothers
break open their rib-cages
to drink the urine of pale women.
not-my-colour women.
calling it sweet
sweet
mm-mmm
sweet honey.

 

these same brothers
who close their backs on the honey molasses
dripping thick from the hands of my land.
my-skin honey molasses.
turning noses over yellowed mouths
ever looking for that paler woman.

 

 

 

THE CONVERSATION WE NEVER HAD

 

 

he would pick the fullest one from his tree.
lift
and place me
next to him
equal
so i could watch as he unfolded the pomegranate
placing every seed
gently
into rose-water & melted sugar.

 

i would reach
push into the salt-water cushions
wait as they slowly refilled
ignoring his task
making a simple unfolding
into an hours-long conversation.

 

a sea of devotion. principle
were my grandfather’s gifts to me.

 

he
whose pomegranate roots stood long before
Occupation was bre(a)d (& butter)
whose heart direction facing east
still today. especially today
is cause for imprisonment. bullets. bombs.

 

when he left, and i had to unfold the pomegranate myself,
they told me that
once upon a time,
he had been taken for nine months
a political prisoner
who when returned
first took the hand of my grandmother
and then kissed his children,
ate and had his coffee

 

ending his night
with a small broom
to sweep the carpet of pomegranate
rotten
without his salt-water hands

 


 

Maha Zimmo is a Canadian Muslim feminist born in Libya, and of Palestinian roots. She holds a Master of Arts in International Legal Theory, is a former political analyst for several online journals including rabble, has been writing for 13+ years at onefemalecanuck.com, and is currently the resident advice columnist at Chai Latte Diaries, as well as a regular contributor at sister-hood magazine.

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