Not with your tribe's spears i write for they are dull but with my nailswords without walls Sister , For you i have inscribed Love-songs weaving the sun's raysto your latticed window .To tell me you acceptThe tribe's traditions and prescriptionsis a concessionto being buried aliveThe noble inch or two of tatooover your skin shall curve a bottomless night into your fleshIt pains me to see the tribe dwell in you sprawling in your college seat not unlike your grandmotherwho thought she wasa lottery ticket wonat home...
Fawziyya Abu Khalid
