{"id":62374,"date":"2020-06-27T09:53:18","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:53:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62374"},"modified":"2020-06-27T09:53:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:53:18","slug":"hour-1-an-ode-to-qandeel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-1-an-ode-to-qandeel\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 1: An Ode to Qandeel"},"content":{"rendered":"

I met her on the news, on stories in my phone, the glories of her tale\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Allegories of her name,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ring broken and omitted in legal records of her shame\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I claim,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

her pain, her shame, her crime\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Each time<\/span><\/p>\n

I dare dream of the freedom she lived, the chains she broke so I may speak<\/span><\/p>\n

They reek of her blood,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I see in each man the coward that kills in slumber\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Can I put it in a number? The sisters, the mothers, the lovers we lost?<\/span><\/p>\n

Lists of names running longer than the length of the rivers we\u2019re drowned in\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Deeper than the ground we\u2019re buried in\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Qandeel*<\/em>, she lives in me<\/span><\/p>\n

When I whisper her name with my sisters in prayer\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Qandeel<\/em>, she lives in us<\/span><\/p>\n

Where we lay bleeding, screaming, muffled,and\u00a0 maimed\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When we chip away at the chains, piece by piece\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For a peace that we may never see<\/span><\/p>\n

Ironing the crease, in an existence that won\u2019t belong to me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We chip away each day chanting,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018Qandeel\u2019<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Your name will set our daughters free.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*Qandeel Baloch was a Pakistani Social Media personality\/model, who was a victim of honor-killing by her brother.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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