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Amirah Al Wassif: to bury a curious girl

Art by Bernice Holtzman © 2024

To bury a curious girl


by Amirah Al Wassif


When I was younger,

I stood on a mountain of pillows

With a brave decision to swallow a whole finger.  

My father insulted me because I am curious.

All his life he wished to have a non-trouble baby        whatever girl or boy.

My forefathers preferred to bury baby girls rather than put  them

In carriages and sing them a lullaby.

I was born with a great motivation to scratch the sky upon my shoulders, crazy monkeys and heavy weights,

 I used to bake my grief each night

And through the daylight, while they’re trying to sell me,

I spend my time calculating the distance between my gender  and my awaited funeral.

When I took my first steps, my tribe circled around me like  bees.

They approached figuring out that I have thighs and breasts. They tucked me in the obedience pocket, they dwelled me in  an iron cage.

They ate my wings, my ears. When I was younger,

I crawled toward my father’s shoulders, I whispered, “how far                        

does the world extend?”

He frowned and replied “just, look at the space between your  legs."

Amiral Al Wassif is an award-winning published poet. Her poetry collection For Those Who Don’t Know Chocolate was published in February 2019 by Poetic Justice Books & arts. Her illustrated children book, The Cocoa Boy and Other Stories was published in February 2020. Her poetry collection, to bury a curious girl was published by Bedazzled Ink Publishing Company.

Her poem "Hallucinations" was nominated for the Science Fiction Poetry Rhysling Award.

Her poems have appeared in several prints and online publications, including South Florida Poetry, Birmingham Arts Journal, Hawaii Review, The Meniscus, Chiron Review, The Hunger, Writers Resist, and Right Now.

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received.

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