This poem looks at images of identity, belonging, roots and feminine symbols of place… It was written as I reflected on how different my life could have been, had I been born in the country of my grandmother, Pakistan. Perhaps as an Asian abroad, I am always searching for my own identity, or perhaps I miss my grandmother, who was the most influential figure in my life. Lost In The Underground by Jhilmil Breckenridge There is a woman, her eyes smoky with kohl walking the streets of Lahore She is the smell of slowly simmering biryani She is the taste of hot cinnamon scented kahwa She is flat handmade, embroidered slippers and a black chador She is pious and she is afraid and she tiptoes through Lahore There is another woman, in jeans and a hoodie Head thrown back, she laughs, red lips and sparkling teeth Glistening raven hair, cropped and spiky She is music and tattoos and piercings She is a poet in the underground She is a chaser of...
Women's Spiritual Poetry