Still She Ran


Wrapped in wire 
We stand our ground
On earth that is losing hers

Wrapped in lies 
We stand the tests of time
Refusing to surrender now

She came
She came
She conquered
She ran

And now we build plinths of plasticine
That melt in the acid rain of our choices 
Now we raise garlands and hands
Voices and march
With the emancipated 
Ignoring the emaciated
The yet to be satiated
The rejected and ridiculed
Whose bones we stand on
Trample on
Into the finest dust
That shall eat away at our souls 
Now we stand and say we are one

Oh we are one 
Sister 
Goddess

Womb keeper 
We are one 
Is it ever too late to revere her? 
The forgotten womb of our mothers
The ancestors who were raised raped blamed shamed 
Still with flames in her eyes
daggers in her heart
deception in her thighs

Still she ran. 


Copyright A. Agha

Handle With Care

Handle with care
On dry dusty windswept days
Handle with care
On rain soaked and sun bleached waves of the never
It’s not that she needs your sympathy
It’s not that she is lost 
It’s not that she can’t love
It’s not that her heart is frozen or broken
But handle with care
For all those daytimes and night times she did without 
Loved left without
Was without 
Handle with care.

Copyright A.Agha

SOMETIMES ANOTHER 

 

Sometimes

We stand at a point

we look left and right

and ask which way do I go?

We do not know who to side with

who to listen to

Because at one point we did not listen and 

then

everything became

this

 

Sometimes we stand at a point

and we do not hear what the heart is saying

be quiet we shame it into silence

that is just fear

stop now and be brave we push and strain 

to make the mind our best ally

 

But the soul that sits deep within 

the cells knows

that left or right

the choices that make and un- make us

come easily and hard

that right and wrong exist only in heaven and hell

that polarities are a construct of the confused

 

the soul knows that every time we did not listen

we did not hear

the voice that said no

and did it anyway

that was a time when we betrayed 

and were cheated on

when we abandoned 

and were rejected

by no god no partner no lover

just our dear little selves

running from our dear little selves

believing the answers lay in another 

Copyright A. Agha

 

The Sisters are Rising

We are not the daughters of the witches you burned

we are the witches you burned

the charred remains of flesh hangs off our ancient bones

for we did not die

We have been holding space in this fragmented state

so the sisters could dance

so the ones you now stand beside 

the ones you now hold aloft

the ones that are now the palatable face of sorcery can fly

we are the ones who made this happen

but you have forgotten us

the hags you would rather leave behind

we speak too much 

our banshee cry is too raw for you

you'd rather we wore red lipstick and heels

took to a stage somewhere made a performance piece about our lives

you'd rather we were on a plinth in ticker tape naked

so you could say thats her thats she isn’t she great- hot too

you don’t value the witch who sits in darkness of night

sows seeds under a full moon

lets her blood flow into the earth

births life from her tears

tells you what she sees in teacups and strains

no no how dare we soil the landscape of acceptability 

how dare we lay bare our selves in such an uncomfortable way

what would your mates say?

how could we all sit around sipping champagne discussing the latest concept

you fear the true witch may suddenly bloat up and fly away across a room

shame you

there she goes again

too much for me

no he says

i like my witchcraft in a nice bottle

preferably young bodied and full

with a side helping of popular thrown in

oh yes the sisters are rising

treading on the discarded bones of the crones

of the ancient ones that no one wants

the sisters are rising on  the blood and tears of the silent ones

who held the space for years

the sisters are rising 

 

Copyright A. Agha 

Tiny Seeds

A tiny seed 

falls on fertile land

takes root

Just

The waters come

The winds blow

and the tides of life

Take it in “another 

direction”

Tiny seeds need love to grow

walls of blood

to hold onto

to feed off on

when the love dies

changes

the seed is flushed 

away

and the

walls remain empty

tiny seeds

tiny seeds 

seek a place to call home

 

 

AA

 

Destinia

A wave of generational tales flows through me

My yoni my body a benchmark for every blow

every stamp of ownership

 

tales of so many that weep through me

That seep into pores

confuse and remind me

of who I am who I forgot to be

 

There are screams of so many that wail through me

I cry them into buckets of brown goo

dancing with the mother

the sacred brew

as she takes me home to the stars

and to you

 

And beneath that all is a rage 

 

a shame

 

a shame of the named and nameless

the women who wiped themselves down and

pulled their clothes back on

washed themselves clean 

and told themselves it never happened

 if it did

it was down to us

we said something did something caused this

 

these tales have mired the magic 

of the darker spaces

the places

of knowing 

infinite

sacred

Untouched 

 

tales of the past cannot define the imaginings of the now

the screams of the many

cannot drown out the music 

 

This is a new time

an uprising of that which has already risen time and again

a re awakening in a way never woken before

Never known before

where will she go

Her call her song her dance is wild chaotic

It goes goes this way and that

 

 

Could you hold the man who held you down

in your arms and forgive him

could you hold the woman who betrayed you 

Could you love enough to set yourself

free

 

rivers of blood

rivers of the new

born again

cells of life

brought to life

anew

In this moment

no longer

woman, daughter, sister, child, mother

no labels

no definition

In this moment

limitless 

This moment

Born

Again

 

Wake up Sisters Wake up

To the sisters who wore pink vagina hats to proclaim their womanhood

no dear sister no

did you check the labels

see where and how those hats were made

what slave trade

you may have funded

before you roll your eyes and tut

beware

this all counts

and the true empowered female knows

her mark on the world is one of compassion and love

not pain and double standards

 

to the women who swore and 

proclaimed death to world leaders

no no dear sister

no

do you not know

your power lies in being the alternative

the beacon for peace and empowered battle 

not petty minded jokes about incest

not slurs on another woman’s character because it helps your cause

there is no cause

there is no them and us

there is only the middle way

the mighty woman that straddles the 2 extremes and makes them one

is the one

 

to the sisters who feel they changed the world by shouting for a few hours

to the ones who call themselves joan of arc for waving a flag

no no sister

do you know the sacrifices she made

be careful before you throw yourself on that pyre also

is that really what you crave

 

to the sisters that post selfies and instagram photos calling

their newest boyfriend a revolutionary

because he lifted you on his shoulders

you call him a” Che “for our times

no no sister

do you know the sacrifices these people made

do you truly wish to live a life like that

you wont have your smartphone

and no one will follow you 

except perhaps the authorities as they hunt down your life

your loves your dreams your selves

 

to the sisters who attack other sisters

no no no

this is not how we change the world

we do it as one

will you hear what I have to say also?

Am I welcome at the table?
And what about that woman in the hijab

and the one over there who advocates abortion

and that one who does not

and then the indigenous women from tribes around the world

them too

theres ones who are cannibals yes quite literally

the ones who you want to run from

the ones that scare you

are they all welcome?

 

To the sisters who cannot look at themselves in the mirror

who fear to spend time alone

who have no connection to their lower mouths

who think sex is for recreation not sanctification of the divine in you

to the sisters

who tell other sisters how to dress to be more feminine

to the sisters who steal other’s men

women

to the sisters who wont speak to their mothers, their sisters

who wont speak to themselves with love

beware walking the streets 

venting your shame and anger onto placards of the past

onto mirages of the present

wake up sisters

we are one

we are one

we are one

 

To the sisters who drown their voices in alcohol

drugs

in anything but the voice

beware the haunting dirges of that voice shall still be there

when the whistles have stopped

when the placards have blown to dust

when the party moves to another street

another cause

another meet

who will hold you at night

who will accept you for all you are

who will sing you to sleep

do not betray your sisters

do not betray yourselves

 

you yearn for acceptance and safety

why should any man tell you how to dress how to look how to fuck

you yearn for equality

but you have these things

for every man that stole from you

there is another brother waiting to give to you

for every moment you fell to your knees in pain

there are esplanades of beauty awaiting

 

to the sisters

who say I cant believe I have to still protest this shit

you dont

you can do something new

you can be born anew

in this very moment now

to the sisters that have forgotten their true priestess lineage

wake up 

wake up

wake up

 

you hold our future in your eyes

your smiles

your hips

your curves

your breasts

your vulvas

are our future

 

use your power wisely

for with one small movement

with one intention

you change the universe

for ever

 

oh sister

wake up

oh sister 

wake up

Hypocrisy is a stench of the soul

We hate Trump they shout

they carry their placards and blow their whistles

the bandwagon is hurtling past and bodies are being flung onto it

Quick join up and save the decaying stench of my soul from the 

decaying stench of my soul

Trump is evil they say

I cant believe my country is ruined they cry

Did you hear about palestine

did you hear some more gazans died

tumbleweed silence

 

Trump is evil they say

Trump will ruin everything they cry

Did you hear about the mosques burned to the ground

did you hear about the women in hijabs spat upon 

Silence is a whistle blowing on the wind

drowning out never silencing the hypocrisy of the unexamined soul

 

Can you believe Brexit they say

Can you believe we have done this they cry

Have you seen the fat on those women they laugh

400 pounds overweight cant even see his own dick they sputter

Oh the shrill laughter echoes out like nazi salutes from a bygone time we hold onto

lest we forget

hypocrisy is a stench that eats away at the soul

devours you whole

but you dont even see it

have become it

never forgot it

march on street corners hoping to outrun the fevered mindless chattering within

hypocrisy is a stench of the soul

devours you whole

Back Home- Part of the Words and Pictures Exhibition at The Artizan Gallery, Torquay

Back Home

 

I’m frozen in stone

lost and alone

in this bubble we created

 

It served us once

And now it stifles

I want to break free

 

If I take the pick axe

If I cut myself free

Will I lose you?

 

If I take to the pathway newly formed

Will I find my way

back to the day

When you said goodbye

and I tried to stop you

 

Frozen in a glass of stone

lies my heart

I placed it there to keep it from falling apart

Not again 

I said

Not this time

Not with you

I can’t lose

Not this time

Not you

 

But if it remains encased

How will I find my way home

back to you

 

Somewhere in a space we are yet to know

Lies our union

Our love

It’s perfect and untainted

by the memories

It’s unstained and clean

 

Someplace in a space we are yet to find

Lies all we are seeking

All we are wanting to create

Someplace in a space we are yet to see

Because our eyes have been glued shut by the sleep of fear

Lies all we have ever dreamed ourselves to be

 

It takes just one of us

You or me

to break free

to set the silence aside

and hollow out the stone

To retrieve the prize

To open the eyes

and see once again

with the vision of the newly born

with the vision of the ones who never died

who never lost 

their way 

home

 

I Can Be Anything Me- from "Untitled"

I can be anything me

 

Wondering if my skin will fit in

Slide to the side

Not recognised

A ruck sack on the tube

Will you sit next to me

 

Do I confuse and unsettle

Where to put me who am I

Like to call me names

Tell me my ancestry

With no idea of the family tree

Cut it down and reclaim it

Make it out to be what you name it 

To be

 

Indian

Paki

What are you?

This country will never accept you

Says the man at the corner shop 

In broken english

I can be anything you want me to be

I am the original chameleon me

Grew up in a house of fists and screams

Made me adept at not falling apart at the seams

 

So what a little upset

A dark alley way

A strange way

You look at me

Watching my moves

Looking at my curves

Making me feel like a piece of meat

Zigzagging as I walk home down my street

In case that look wasnt what I thought it was

Was what I thought it was

 

I can be anything you want me to be

I can blend in any place I need to me

I can be whatever I need to be to keep the peace to keep it calm to keep it safe to keep my space 

To negate my race

I can pretend and refrain and deny myself my needs just so to be

 

This land my playground

This body my home

This face my homeland

This voice my own

This whatever that never fits in

This nose too big

This skin too olive or

Something

This me not quite a fit for you, for this, for us, for ever for time for this land for who

 

I can be anything me

 

Re-Union

Re-Union - From The Beloved- Journey to Union

In the still whisperings of nature’s kiss
My voice sings out to your heart
Sending my Love and waiting patiently
When the moment to speak shall arise

For when the tides turn and the leaves turn golden
Will be the time to re awaken our Love
And dance with the abandon of youth
And the courage of the Warrior Spirit

We have lived but with one heart
Fed from the same plate of life’s experiences
Walked side by side and hand in hand
Felt the isolation and completion

From the farthest reaches of the Earth
You have travelled to meet my spirit
From the highest points of space I have watched
Your battles and triumphs

At the midpoint where our hearts shall cross
Shall we meet
At the midpoint where Heaven meets Earth
Shall we meet
At the midpoint where Love within and Love outside
Are One

We shall meet

For we have been in each other for all times
And have travelled many lifetimes in many shells
With the same beating heart
That has sung, and wept and rejoiced at a Re-Union