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You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
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Poem written by an 11-year-old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion. 

One of the best articles I’ve read all year. Here’s the link (via katyuno)



Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
- Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī (via sol-psych)

(Source: sleepinginthesnow)



A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
- William Butler Yeats, Leda and the Swan (via frenchtwist)