Bearing witness and capturing truth in frozen glances.
Where have they buried you sister?
Sister, who witnessed your demise? Who photographs the photographer? They were watching you they had seen you a generation before Stuck between parallel worlds there are so many of us shy smiles high cheekbones photos of photos of photos of photos
How they must have outnumbered you The soulless Goons Our Brothers How dare they touch your hair Did they hit you with their bare hands Their weapons hardening between their legs Their rush of righteous power
Did anyone ever stop mid-blow to doubt himself his right
Where have we buried you sister?
In our collective past and present that only dances with cliches and plays with prototypes In our collective muted screams we have buried ourselves with our own hands
About Samira Mohyeddin is an Iranian / Canadian and has a degree in Religion and Middle Eastern Studies from the Uni'ersity of Toronto, and is currently pursuing graduate studies in Women's Studies and Middle Eastern Studies there. See her weblog: SmiraMohyeddin.blogspot.com