Al Arabiyah #6

I am contained. They say that my voice shouldn’t be heard, that my name shouldn’t be uttered, and that my face shouldn’t be seen. 

I laugh at them now.

Why am I contained? I cant be contained. I am intelligence and complexity combined: I'm human.  

 So, why should be my dreams be in his hands?  Why should I give them to him?

--I’m the ill mannered and immodest women of the past and the present; the women who died in vain and in glory; the women who dreamt and couldn’t and the women who dreamt and could.

Here is my name, my voice, and my face. Here are my dreams and here are are my hands. Here, here is where they belong.