He asks why I can’t love him without
my hands cuffed behind my back.
How do I tell him?
At night, I still listen for the sound
of my mother’s breathing.
Orooj-e-Zafar fancies herself a spoken word poet while she struggles her way through medical school in her hometown, Islamabad, Pakistan. Most recently, she has been published at Persephone’s Daughters, By&By Lit and Voicemailpoems.org. You can connect with her on Facebook.
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