Bare feet wait
for a poem.
She prays stones
Protest uses a pen name
when death plans a wedding.
She doesn’t know her age
because there are no calendar
dates for tulips.
Torn poems brought a flame
when blood asked for a number.
I am the new Rahila, record my voice
so death won’t come without a memento.
There are no pennies for a tape recorder.
She relies on ink to capture sound.
Brave journals have feminine pages
torn from lips questioning God.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
NaPoWriMo ~ Day 12
My poetry comes from the inspiration of Wallace Stevens and the Afghan women who risk death to write poetry.