Yesterday: I visited a maternity ward to rejoice with a mother
over her new child. I went to an abortion center to see a girl
who aborted a baby. I made my way to a war zone to commiserate
with a raped woman.
Today: I meet the mother in the market and she says she is a
vestal virgin. I see the abortionist in a school play ground and
she vows she is Diana. I meet the raped woman by a riverside and
she swears she is Lucretia.
Now: I go to the woods and strike a meditative pose. I am not
thinking of Nirvanas neither am I dreaming of Abraham’s bosom.
But of the affairs of yesterday. I keep asking myself: “Why are
all the women playing virgin?”
(EXCERPTED FROM “BEAUTIFUL,” A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU,
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