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I Have No Power

"I have no power to change youor explain your

Never believe a man can change a

Those men are pretenderswho thinkthat they created womanfrom one of their

Woman does not emerge from a man's rib's, not ever,it's he who emerges from her womblike a fish rising from depths of waterand like streams that branch away from a

It's he who circles the sun of her eyesand imagines he is fixed in placeI have no power to tame youor domesticate youor mitigate your first

This task is impossibleI've tested my intelligence on youalso my

Nothing worked with you, neither guidancenor

Stay primitive as you areI have no power to break your habitsfor thirty years you have been like thisfor three hundred yearsa storm trapping in a bottlea body by nature sensing the scent of a manassaults it by naturetriumphs over it by

Never believe what a man says about himselfthat he is the one who makes the poemsand makes the

It is the woman who writes the poemsand the man who signs his name to

It is the woman who bears the childrenand the man who signs at the maternity hospitalthat he is the fatherI have no power to change your naturemy books are of no use to youand my convictions do not convince younor does my fatherly council do you any goodyou are the queen of anarchy, of madness, of belongingto no

Stay that

You are the tree of femininity that grows in the darkneeds no sun or wateryou the sea princess who has loved all menand loved no oneslept with all men… and slept with no oneyou are the Bedouin woman who went with all the tribesand returned a

Stay that way."


Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani (21 March 1923 – 30 April 1998) was a Syrian diplomat, poet, writer and publisher. His poetic style combines simplicity and…

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