I am a lucky creature:

never kidnapped, stamped

or exchanged for a cow

I avoided circumcision

and stoning

I don’t have to pretend

that I like chador

No one will kill me

because I dare desire

or stare at him

I can go for a walk

on my own,

read,  dance tango,

argue with a man

I am the apple of my eye,
proud of myself,

a  rose for my senses,

a  refugee from the Land

of Unfortunate Circumstances

Yes, I can see it quite clearly,

even if my only master, Mr. Chance

nonchalant as usual

will never admit

how much I owe him

 

23 November 2011