A poem on consent, gender inequality and violence against women.
Tag: fiction and verse
Mother Tongue
Never have I wished more that I knew it, or been more grateful that I do not.
What’s in a Name?
When I boarded a taxi in the capital and came face-to-face with the ambiguity of my religion.
Two Poems on a Broken World: Today’s Children, Tomorrow’s World
'Why should I multiply when in the end, I'll just be divided?'
