Nothing


In those streets

of men and boys,

in that country 

for men and boys,

she feels like a person with no face,

her face space covered,

her identity occupied

by a swirling mist of confusion

like nothingness being born.


Sometimes 

she wishes for a blank space

that she could fill herself

with a Magritte apple

or even a woman

even herself

un-blanked

and visible.


Now, in those streets

of men and boys,

in that country 

for men and boys,

she feels like a person with no voice,

Magritte’s apple is choking her,

muting her

so even in her home she whispers

her songs and curses.


Only in her head does she shout

that something will come of nothing,

that something must come of nothing.


https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-08-27/taliban-bans-womens-voices-faces-in-public-afghanistan-un/104273178



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