My Intended

“You should have heard him say, ‘My ivory.’ Oh yes, I heard him. ‘My intended, my ivory, my station, my river, my –’ everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into a prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places. Everything belonged to him — but that was trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own…”

Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness

My name is Asmaa and my poetry is the manifestation of my darknesses, my secrets and my weaknesses.