Mona Eltahawy

"A Woman who writes has power. A woman with power is feared. In the eyes of the world this makes us dangerous beasts." Gloria Anzaldua.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

—Pablo Neruda (via observando)

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver (via observando)

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.

—Khalil Gibran (via observando)

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

—Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems (via observando)

Why do police have quotas? If a doctor went around intentionally sneezing on people to get more patients, that would be seen as a travesty to their profession. But police, can sit around and wait for someone to turn on a red light or commit other mundane ‘offenses’ because they have quotas to meet. Quotas are all the proof we need that policing is not a public service vocation; it’s a business and a subsidiary of Wall Street.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)