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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act Two Scene Seven |
Act Two - Scene Seven (In the club of the University Jamilah is invited to say some of her poems} Jamilah Beware the Narcissi man For a long time thought was man Who refused the wisdom Of slaves and woman He hated the blossoms Of roses' buds, spikes Butterflies And every winged spirit Longing for the stars to ascend The ways of liberty He tyrannized for a long time Alone in the universe Demoralized by his power to become Wicked and forlorn He never knew true love Nor woman did know True love needs equality Free will, security When one lover tyrannize The intimate relation Is surely to collapse Beware woman the guards of brothels Beware who abort your creative ability Beware the thieves of chastity Beware fortune hunters Beware tyrants All of them are one man The Narcissi man These men for generations Robbed of your virtue The fruits of your womb The hopes of your future Our ancestors were tired To build for love a temple A private place That no body can peep through But these men in one man Wanted love a rape Wanted love wantonness To be practiced in the streets Liberty for them, slavery to you Frivolous play and barrenness Obliteration to your self Even if your heart is full of love You should not abuse it by free love I call you woman to whatever Society you belong To a great love which liberate Man from his defects The worst of his failings was When he alone made the laws Of the Globe without you to share When he decided your fate! Let your virtue be From the laws of Narcissi man Yourself to free and liberate I call you woman to unite To have the power of a whirlwind To help man to come back To his pure instinct To leave the madness of tyranny In any class you are To any religion you belong To any ideology you incline The best reason is To belong to your sex Something important Unites us as one nation Our role is to guard generations From destruction and annihilation We love life for this reason We are not guards of brothels And concubines Life fall in love with a poet Married a scientist who build When poets refused to procreate Live in dreams of today not the future The other is a true lover His love is for generations to come Life preferred stone huts To palaces of sand As woman did in cave ages To dig rocks to shelter in That intruders don't peep in To carve rocks to commemorate A true love of nature state I looked deep in the eyes of life I did not find her happy In her inner self she lacks The creation in the scientist The courage in the poet I heard her moaning "I wish they were both in one, my marriage would be perfect then" Moved restlessly between dreams She ceded to a military Fell in the grasp of a jealous Narcissi, no creation, no procreation, no dreams, no imagination. The Narcissi wild cat killed the poet Deviated the scientist, and swallowed the sons of life.
It is true It is true that men in general are compassionate, protected their progeny, their women and some favored them to the point to desire their failing once that they may enjoy themselves by blaming them, putting them in their grasp. It is also true that some men were crucified at every dawn by women false, faithless, treacherous, untrue, women little worthy of any love or due. But the memory of history, during its extinct kingdoms, drew on the trunk of trees Eve sunk in the mud her crown, lifted to extreme her stem. He who knew true love said: "I feel not at ease to maintain close relation with a body mute. I am a heart, I am sense, I am juice of life. Shall I speak with feet? Could I see my mirror in fingers, give my longing to skin live with a corpse? I am lost without mutual love. Eve pulled out her head from mud Washed with water pure as silver Unraveled her plaits Wiped her eye lashes The sun kissed her body Warmed her, roasted her cheeks Burst in her heart The longing of years she knew that nature rewards who gives herself to nature wings grow to a woman who doesn't plunge in mud her head Chorus Gather your limbs Daughter of aggression Stand up straight and firm Fix your loose vertebra Lift to the winds your crown Don't fear challenge You have a message Don't fear the agony of labor It's child birth not death agony You'll not be a ship-mast against the current You are the sea port You'll not have broken wings You are the space The age said: I'm your servant obedient to you Winds said: Have confidence in my breath To heal your wounds Seasons said: my fruits are ripe and near Lift your hand to pick Your lips to taste the juice Jamila You murmur to yourself I'll not forgive the laws Which made me a plant My face a root Nor the man who calls His lust love His madness philosophy His whip a teacher His burying a new-born girl a virtue Who made of my sex Shadow, chaff, maimed and crippled He'll never hear my love rhyme He'll never know my joys Never be happy of mutual love Never I'll be a womb to his children Never Never Never |
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