Poems by Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim
Between the lines
My love i reread between your black lines
All the admit you make buried feelings
That a night of evil has changed in history
Bringing together our hands, our souls and our lives
When everything read otherwise became motto
You slowly started drawing dreams
And since I admit it my sleep improvise
Every awakening under your fingers makes me the nights too short
I’ll post the sheets of their narrow suit
And in these crazy words I imagine your hand
I feel any letter in caress of feather
Written on the so white skin of the velin
A hundred times I read them again to extract the gold
Endless at the bottom of the page your laugh invites me
To find the next one more intimate yet
To feel in your lines our bodies that craaazyyy
Inked of our desires and signed of your name
Words flow in me like a tender sap
I hold them long faithful companions
Waiting for the other wave standing on the strike.
For every woman tired of pretending to be weak, there is a man tired of having to prove his strength.
For every woman tired of pretending to be stupid, there is a man tired of always having to be a role model.
For every woman tired of being forced to cry to prove that she is a woman, there is a man who cannot express his feelings.
For every sportswoman whose femininity is in question, there is a man forced to compete to prove his virility.
For every woman tired of being considered solely for her body, there is a man who worries about being judged solely for her sexual performance.
For every woman who is not entitled to a decent wage, there is a man who has to work harder to feed her.
For every woman who can’t change a wheel, there is a man who can’t cook an egg.
For every woman who walks towards her freedom, there is a man who rediscovers its true meaning.
Humanity is a bird with two wings, one female and the other male.
Until both wings can be explained in the same way, humanity will never be able to fly…