Luyện nghe bài hát Suheir Hammad

All holy history
Unwritten books the future; projected the past
But my head unwraps around on what limitless

Men created
son shall it be?
Which male will a new day?
Our boys' deaths
We corpses

We mourn women,
Bitches get daily, profits made, prophets ignored
and tooth and amo, salted, lemon childhoods
All colors run, none of us
look for shadow behind me
I it within

I live cycles of and darkness
Rhythm is silence, I see now
I never was one or the
Sickness, health, tender,
I think now I never was

Before I was storm
Blind, ignorant, am
Humanity contracted itself blind,
I was pure

Girl before ripen
can't math me
I experience
Everything is

One woman fifteen
Maybe twenty members of her
One looses six
One woman looses her
One woman rubble
One feeds on trash
One woman her face
One woman her husband
One traps herself
One gives birth to a baby
One woman gives to borders
One woman no longer believes love will find her
One never did

Where do hearts go?
Broken, dissed, placed where are not from
Don't want to be
Faced with

We mourn one
Or we mean at all
My spine curves
Precipice running to and from human
Clustered bombs behind
land mines
A grief

Harvest, tobacco
Harvest
Harvest teeth
Harvest palms,
witness
Smoke
Smoke
redemption
Smoke
Do not fear what has up

If you
the un-exploded.