“Layer by layer, I removed all that I thought I was, all that I thought I had to be; and in that moment, I was left standing naked and vulnerable without identities or labels. I remembered, I am that I am.”—Lenita Vangellis (via stardust-seedling)
“you are covered by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. i watch sky-water run off your surface, leak into cracks. i name your freckles after cities, your eyes after oceans. you are a world, my world.”—(via beryl-azure)
“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.”—
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).