Hagar and Sarah
Hagar:
Hagar tied a knot
and slipped through it
she tapped her
skull to
her son's
and together they
dipped into the
river of life.
She could lead a battalion
to a place of
naked peace
if not for her flesh,
wrapped in butcher's paper.
She was unvisited by grace
and so she spelled it out
in the sand.
We are rent from her now,
God's own beauty
strong only by breaks
in every conscience.
Sarah:
Sarah
you know you
are the one
broken lines
make straight in your wake
and
synonyms are hushed.
Sarah made of fathers
blood and
wooden temples
you are my mother
horned or winged
I am in love with you.
Sara is flexed
she is taut as gums
she is ready for
the king's house
the new testament
and ungodly pain.
Sarah you could
rule us all
but you lay down
in dirt and
said:
'action'.
When the body collapses
Sarah alone remains
to taste and see
what damage you have done
she will set your face beside stone
and call you beautful.
--My piece is a tribute to Sarah and Hagar, women of ancient times. Their story is known well by most women of Judeo-Christian and Muslim backgrounds.
I wrote these poems one right after the other, as an attempt to stand squarely in the middle of the illusional divides between women. These divides are age-old, enforced dichotomous paradigms that were meant to and do divide and conquer womankind as a class.
These dichotomous paradigms are meant to divide us from each other and to divide us from our selves.
They include the notions of the virgin and the whore, the pure and the defiled, the indentured servant and the slave, the childless and the childbearing, among others. All of these states and titles are degrees of the exact same thing. As long as they are indulged in to whatever degrees, no woman is free.
This story is from the Biblical account of Hagar and Sarah in Genesis. I love both of these women, relate to both, come from both. Both are my sisters.
Shalom-Salaam,
Jeyoani
Jeyoani, your poetry is
Jeyoani, your poetry is beautiful. I love the lines :
"you are my mother
horned or winged" and
"if not for her flesh,
wrapped in butcher's paper."
I think your representation of these women is great, because they are so often presented as caricatures or icons rather than real women.
Thank you
I hate the way one is often
I hate the way one is often made to choose sides, in whatever ways. It's like dividing oneself against oneself. "A house divided aginst itself shall not stand".
-I went to a "World Can't Wait" march the other week and this young woman really struck me -she had a tear stained face and was wearing a veil. She was just so striking, her vibe and emotion. She was carrying a sign "They are Humans Beings Too" w/pictures of Iraqi children. I wish as women we could support each other more and bear each others' weight, feel the gravity of every story. This girl reminded me of that. Anyways thanks Kampire :)****


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