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A Dress of Strength by Sumaiya Vawda

Sumaiya Vawda | March 14th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

A bee struck a hole
in my finest dress
leaving an inept millennial woman
with a household mess.

My flesh is the fabric;
you stole the song of my seams
and minced my dreams
Now I have aches voluming reams

My thumbs are pulsing cherries
from attempting to patch up my parchment
And each time I rethread the needle,
new holes are found.

Toxicity is not a challenge by which growth accompanied be
but a warning sign: ‘FLEE!’
for it is easy to earn more wounds
picking up fallen pins and stitching old frayed edges

Poet Bio

Sumaiya Vawda is an 18-year-old student at the University of the Witwatersrand.

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