Yesterday I asked God
By Rokaya Chaarani
Yesterday I asked God
To dive into the confused world
He created inside of me,
To dive deep into the visions
I have of the queen I want to be.
My father, my uncle and his daughter’s demise
Has exacerbated
My earthquakes and floods,
My volcanoes and droughts.
So I sidetrack my demons again:
I walk like a ghost,
I write like an obsessed,
I pretend like a fake hope,
Just to render them upset.
Yesterday I asked God,
As I was staring at
The velvet sky
And the ocean’s blue,
To witness my new rise,
In the bosom of the violet night.
In fact,
That’s my all the time clue.
Now I’m reading Sylvia Plath
To remind myself how I rise
All the time
From the dead.
For unforgettable queens live
In shadows of the unsaid.
The bottom line is
I am no longer a house of cards;
I am a good girl gone bad.
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Rokaya Chaarani is a Moroccon poetess. She is pursuing a master degree in the field of Gender Studies. Film, literature and the arts in general inspire her everyday to turn her own experiences into a piece of art.