you tell me that women are no longer oppressed.
I ask about honour killings, about mutilation
about rape victims who are jailed and beaten
about silence and slavery.
you say you are talking about the west, about our world
but really you are talking about yours.
I wonder if your body has ever been anyone else’s property
if you know what it means to be powerless
or to kneel in the dark and pick up the buttons from your blouse.
you say that I hate men.
but I cannot explain anymore
that there is only one world
or that I love more than I should.
instead I will go to the sea
to touch again the level waters
which are older than men and women
which will not try to tell me that my people are free.