Three poems by Nafeesa Hamid
Shades of woman She tells me I look like sex tonight. Really, you do, can’t you see it? And when I look down I do see; I see my breasts plump and hairless flung out of my sex dress like sleeping strays. I know this body is woman. This body is power; awake, alive. Paint me red and call me the devil. Let … Continue reading Three poems by Nafeesa Hamid