Poems from Jarin Rezwana

She was a simple Desi girl Who was poked at for being Innocent, Shy, And resilient. They called her “the retarded Desi of the eighteenth...
My mother,  a true Caco women, a wingless butterfly who flew to New York without her skin. She who once stood under a flaming red tree...
“It's budding" “Are you kidding?” “No. You are the father” “Why even bother?” “I won't say your name” “Abortion. Pills. Anything that kills...
I wish they knew a broken finger Does not linger In the midst of horror. It receives honor For holding its position And strength in...
There's so much I want to say So much I want to do. But hey my mind and heart isn't made of clay. There is a pulse, An impulse To reach...

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