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look at yourself, the skin, dark like sunned-in terra-cotta our arteries laced with tyranny, we are fighters, warriors. i am descended from khadija, from ayesha, from fatimah, too—ameen. i am the woman who wore a burqa to fight, the niqab to remind men that my body is an untouchable ghost, the horsewoman, like a beast, i sit on my throne, warning them with a grin, loose tooth our blades hollow, but still cutting, i a