Begging

By Nabiha Aijaz

In silence of dark I cut off each lump covering my bones,

Wearing my eyes unto throat,

Tongue unto eyes,

Lips unto palms,

You unto my heart,

When daughters are not daughter enough, they become a vomited reflection of their fathers, wretched and heinous,

When daughters are not daughter enough, they hold a knife to your chest and slit you up raw, begging you to make them feel daughter enough.

By Nabiha Aijaz