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Volume 5


Fall 2009


Verse

Noorulain Noor

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Noorulain Noor

Noorulain is a member of the Community of Writers at Squaw Valley and a two time Pushcart Prize nominee. Raised in Lahore, Pakistan, she now lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her poetry explores themes of identity, multiculturalism, and the immigrant experience. Noorulain has formerly worked as the Associate Editor and the Lead Poetry Editor of Papercuts magazine.

        
      
       
            
              

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For Self Preservation


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Places hold memories –
like mothers carry fetuses
in their wombs,
except these fragmented recollections
float perpetually in the thick
opaque fluid of lives past.

I am breathing the air
of old cities,
sharing it with distant people,
through a placenta of time.
I will be born out of these places
an old woman, nurtured and shunned
by their essence,
or a lifeless baby
strangled by the very mother
that gave it life.

I am ready now
to be birthed.
Someone call a midwife,
order forceps,
scrape me out
like a mound of dead flesh
or a cancerous tumor.
Sever this umbilical cord
that ties me to these cities
and these people
who have chosen to forget me.

 

 

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