RagesongRagesong

Golnoosh Nour is a poet, prose writer, and lecturer. She’s the author of The Ministry of Guidance and other stories – shortlisted for the Polari Prize 2021. Her work has also appeared in Granta, Spontaneous Poetics, and Columbia Journal amongst others. She has co-edited Magma 80 and an anthology of contemporary queer writing forthcoming from Muswell Press.

Sister! We are dripping with rage 
a diamond in the shape of a tongue 
it blinds, gives life, so sharp it cuts,
our rage so glam it’s hypno         tic, a violent twitch, a stunning bitch, she 
glows in the dark, radiates out of our eyes, she 
stalks all the wrongs, the righteous wrongs.
Sister, how much longer will we carry this burden of diamonds, jewels 
that pour & poison. I am sick of this constant radiance that feels like radiation
we use the sharp edges of our tongues to cut the veins of our fathers, but 
when will it end? I know myself; I will always trade my jewels for blood, silk for knives
when I say yes, I mean shame, when I say no, I mean emerald gold
Sister, it’s always the fathers     the fathers’ fathers     oh how we want them 
dead & alive     & yes                                  we   
will always say yes as we 
                                                                 shred 
their magnifi   cent
                                                                  flesh
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