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Monologue of a spinster
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Plumes engagées
Monologue of a spinster
Nuzhat Kausim.
À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.
I sit there on the armchair that I passed
my youth in
I hear the servants gossip about how my
state is as guilty as sin
Sometimes visible for my shortcomings
Other times invisible to the happiness of
those that carry diamond rings.
My own blood became my enemy
As I yearn for everything
that could’ve been...
Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t yearn
for the touch of a man
But simply, the permission
to construct a plan
I am merely a woman
Unable to have her own money,
unable to be grand
A shadow this society made me
So if I sound bitter, forgive me
Due to my now old age,
I’ve attended many weddings
But I’m not going to talk about
the vipers’ hissings
Instead I will give an account of the altar
as an observing party;
The eyes of the young bride filled with hope
Their brittle hands and skinny necks
about to be bound by a rope
The nervous smile longing to bring
warmth to a home like they were taught
And instead of a fulfilled thought
They’ll be greeted with the lustful eyes
of a beast that can’t be fought
So again, forgive me if the truth
offends you
Forgive me if it describes you
And if it doesn’t, just know
that one day, in some shape or form,
it’ll concern you too.
For the ones that couldn’t
speak their truth.
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Nuzhat Kausim
A 22-year-old office clerk with a deep and enduring passion for literature and poetry, her heart belongs to the written word, she finds solace and inspiration in books.
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