black abaya, black-hearted man
I drink my black coffee
I wear a black abaya, black sunglasses, and black shoes
I get into a black car, with a black chauffeur
I watch the black asphalt all the way
I go a long way…. A very long way, to meet a man with a black, black heart.
( Saudi. 1995)
I drink my white coffee
I wear a white dress, white sunglasses, and white shoes
I get into a white car, with a white chauffeur
I watch the white clouds all the way
I go a long way … a very long way, to meet a man with a black, black heart.
( Lebanon. 2000)
I drink nothing
I wear nothing
I stay in bed
I read from a Quran on my lap
The black, black-hearted man still finds me.
( France. 2005)
Posted by SaudiEve at 12:14 PM
4 Comments
nice post i like it and i can read the words between the lines
keep going you are Great in posting i hope to become like you
it seems it is too diff. to find the white good hearted man nowadays evven we change places, faces even eyes
Sounds horriable !!!!
(moliko, sweet moliko)
so nice to see u in my blog again :-)
(Ahmed Sh.)
It IS horrible!
simple yet poetic and loaded with meaning.
This one makes me think and relate each line over the title.
Was it like a big brother all over you? Just asking.
Great blog you have here.
Have a great day.
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