A woman of flame

Made of skin and bone 

she rose from another woman.

They stab their toes 

and drum their fingers 

till she is pushed down 

the drain. 

She sculpts her life 

with blood and stones

all day

and cries into her soul 

when the world is asleep.

She shuts her eyes close, 

closets her ears

But the world screams 

for her to stop.

But little does it know

she is a woman of flames.

A flame that never dies. 

                           –  Mariyam Mirdadzai 

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