Vital Statistics - Poem by Fahmida Riaz

You
have measured me,
waist, hips, breast,
and all the rest.

The curves
held a heart
and the round skull
a brain.

If I'm valued
just by the inch,
why do you shrink
from tit for tat,

When I start
to measure
some of your
parts?

Translated by Patricia L. Sharpe

Poems by Fahmida Riaz

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