“It took the world 197,000 years to make me. My dna formed leisurely across centuries, like a slow-cooked meal. My nose preceded me into the world, as did my hands, my short temper, the locks of my hair, my thirst for poetry and books, how quickly I grow bored, and my struggle to fall in love. My peculiar mind must have inhabited another woman’s body before I came around. I have sailed from eternity to the world of questions: my consciousness in one hand, and my fear in another.” SelfBodyPoetryFearConsciousnessPersonalityPoemQuestioningGenetics Author:Dalia Taha
“In this body, I possess bones, flesh, brown eyes, and I suffer beneath the skies of consciousness and stars. I spend all my time asking questions if only to imagine a companion along the road.” BodyPoetrySufferingConsciousnessPoemCompanionshipQuestions Author:Dalia Taha