Those of you who grew up with me in banal white surburbia know that I've been writing poetry and hiding it away since I was a preteen. Over time, it's become more natural, more focused, more feminist and marginally less angsty. Writing poetry and performing it is one of the few things that makes me feel truly alive, wired, overflowing with emotion channeled into art. I would actually argue that a good poetry slam is equivalent to or better than the high from most drugs 😅 On the flip side, though, like most of us I'm painfully self-aware and extremely judgmental about my own work. And because I spend so much time judging myself, I assume the rest of the world will too. But- I might be wrong about that. As an experiment, I'd like to start sharing my work on insta with y'all, to see if y'all are as critical as my inner voice :P The poem above is the first verse of a much longer poem I wrote a year after moving to Pakistan, after the brutal murder of Qandeel Baloch put me in a phase of trying to understand this society's aggression and hatred towards women who don't follow the rules. Posting my poetry is kind of like baring my soul and definitely more revealing than my standard post of arsty pic/raunchy song lyric , so I'd love feedback. Tell me what you think and if you write, please share your own poetry with me- I love reading other people's work and getting a glimpse into how their soul works.
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