Poetry: Meharoona Ghani

[dk]

Poetry

by Meharoona Ghani


Welcome to My World

Welcome to my world
of brown skin and black hair
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes are divine.

"Hey you! Paki! You smell like stinkin' curry"
So I stink like curry...better than stinking like
meat and potatoes.

Meat...so dull...either too dry...or too raw
Potatoes...so...white...so...white.

Curry...
a nice red,
orange,
yellow,
brown.

Texture…
fluid,
smooth,
creamy.

The air fills with its sweet spicy aroma
tantalizing your taste buds…
teasing your imagination.

If only we could live peacefully in a world
among so many colours
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes are divine.


Womyn

I see you
I hear you
Speak loudly
Be unafraid
Walk proudly
Womyn.


Do You Hear Her?

Every woman has a story,
Listen and you might hear it.
Try not to judge her
from her appearance.
Clothing is not her reality,
sexuality is not her judgement,
colour is not her downfall,
queerness is not her weirdness.
Whatever she appears to be
does not mean you can
judge her.
Listen.
Do you hear her?