Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 170
December 31, 2014
Are you a virgin?
Virginity is a myth perpetrated by the patriarchy as another oppressive method to control women’s bodies. Also, mind your own damn business.
"May my heart be kind, my mind fierce, and my spirit brave."
- Kate Forsyth, The Witches of Eileanan
Your writing helped me get through this year. It helped me realize I can be soft and still be strong. It helped me bleed him out of my system like the toxin he is. I've gotten much better this year and learned to love myself. So thank you.
You’ve always been brave. Maybe you just needed someone to remind you. So much love and warmth.
who is he? i mean, i'm assuming you have a main muse. tell us if it aches even now. tell us if it was long ago, but still aches.
You know it’s like having a ghost living inside of you. It’s like having a baby tree sprouting limbs inside. Does it ache? Yes. Sometimes. Desperately. It was a big love. It was an ocean inside of me.
before 2014 ends inbox me one thing you’ve always wanted to know or say to me and i have to reply...
before 2014 ends inbox me one thing you’ve always wanted to know or say to me and i have to reply to all of them
I’d like to thank puberty for the four years it took to make me...
I’d like to thank puberty for the four years it took to make me beautiful, by the time I’m 24 I will hopefully be ready to ascend to another realm. Happy New Years everybody!
"I am not sorry for these hands,
these wrists,
your sleepless nights
and your boneless,
your..."
these wrists,
your sleepless nights
and your boneless,
your ‘better off without you’
I am not sorry for the way we kissed,
that it was violent,
that it was like torrential downpour
on hard ground
I am not sorry for our sapling love
our tree-root love
our growing from the throat up love
I am not sorry that I asked you to soften for me
I’m sorry that you couldn’t
I’m sorry that I knew what it meant
sorry that we couldn’t ignore it
your downturned lips,
my ‘show me that you care’
your ‘I can’t’
I am sorry for your silence
and I am sorry for mine
I am sorry that I lost you
that I did it with my own hands
that we spent so long setting fires
we didn’t think about the burn
I am sorry that it wasn’t enough
somehow, somehow
there wasn’t enough miracle
on our hands but I am not sorry
that I loved you
because I meant it,
I meant it.”
- Azra.T., “Love song for the tree in my stomach and how I named it after you”
December 30, 2014
heeeeey azra hi!! so i live in france, and for our english class our teacher told us to learn an english poem by heart and recite it in front of the other students, and she said we could chose anyhting, so i chose Whale Song because it's my favourite thing
I love Whale Song!!! It’s one of my favourites too. Thank you so much for appreciating it!!! That’s perfectly fine! xx
"To take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the..."
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it.”
- Li-Young Lee, from “From Blossoms”
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