call me farawla
& watch me write
like a child discovering yellow
for the first time
your laughter like pop rocks,
your body,
an anthem
our feet are dangling off the balacona
like the wet laundry above our heads
boys who aren't allowed to cry,
playing kura on their roof,
and man, shit like this you won't see in amrica
like samia's hips,
fast and out of breath and sweaty and
i unbury dalida's voice,
with my teeth,
and now you're getting excited
shit like this you can't make up
and even i feel full
with the zabala waiting to catch us
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TEXT:
FARAH EL-NAHAL
ART:
HAYAT HASAN
BAHRAIN