I am a woman of many names. The one I was given when I was born. (My makers waged a battle to choose this ancient name that I'm proud of.) The name that most still can't pronounce without tripping over the seven letters. Some spell it like they taste honeyed dates and cut my heart with their nectar. And less know all my names altogether. Because I am a woman of many names. (I'm hard to keep in memory.) So they give me names. Many of them I collect in the attic of my heart. (I remember strongly.) I am a mother of my many selves. There's no favourite. And each of them, I have named. I don't belong to one more than the other. I don't love one any less than the other.
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PoetryPOETRY. we are more astronomical than any word in the world tells us. we are mankind. cover art, AYA TAKANO © 2021, khadija faleel.
