my body does not fit in your frame,

it has been digested into a dark room

gazes are stowed on my back,

with a cinematic way

Ι want to return to the whiteness of black

without ever forgetting where we come from

I carry your bones, underneath my skin

while holding in my hands the stones of silence

white, oh white, twenty four hours

 

Quatation from the lyrics of the poet Suheir Hammad/ Broken and Beirut