I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
if i had a dollar for every time someone spelled my name wrong, i could pay for college, semester abroad, a new car, and a mansion in cash.
when the person who volunteers to read is completely illiterate