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Prompty things

I wish it weren't the middle of the holiday season, when everyone is busy with RL stuff and holiday fic fests. Then I could post these things as actual drabble prompts and people might actually respond. Alas. Instead, I'll just post them here for you or me or anyone else who sees them and feels inspired.

1. You only get one chance to tell people they are wrong,
You get that chance because it takes people a minute or two
to realize you’re telling them stuff they don’t want to hear.
Then, they shut you out,
thought they still might be standing before you,
smiling,
they make sure the door between the ear and the heart is locked
and they forever take away your key.
(from the poem "Tamam" by Betty Shamieh)

2. When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
(from "Waving Flag" by K'naan)

3. The whole song "Fatima" by K'naan

Picture the morning taste and devour
We rise early pace up the hour
Streets is bustling hustling their heart out
You can't have the sweet with no sour

Spices herbs the sweet scent of flower
We came out precisely the hour
Clouds disappear the sun shows the power
No chance of a probable shower

I fell in love with my neighbors daughter
I wanted to protect and support her
Never mind I'm just 12 and a quarter
I had dreams beyond our border.

Is it true when they say all you need is just love,
Is it true
What about those who have loved
Only to find that it's taken away
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free
To be free
What about those who I've known
Whose memory still lives inside of me.

Fatima,
What did the Young Man say
Before he stole you away
On that fateful day Fatima
Fatima,
Did he know your name
Or the plans we made,
To go to New York City, Fatima

And after school we studied the lessons
I ask God to slow down the seconds
He does the opposite that's what I'm guessing
I better chill and count my own blessings

Fatima, Fatima what is the matter
How come you ain't come up the ladder
So we can be like there's no tomorrow
Damn you gonna make me wait until tomorrow

She spoke Arabic and Swahili
She'd say Upendo (Swahili for love) Anta Habibi (Arabic for, you are my love/dearest friend)
You so bright, you shine like my TV
Then one day she never came to meet me

Is it true when they say all you need is just love,
Is it true
What about those who have loved
Only to find that it's taken away
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free
To be free
What about those who I've known
Whose memory still lives inside of me.

Fatima,
What did the Young Man say
Before he stole you away
On that fateful day Fatima
Fatima,
Did he know your name
Or the plans we made,
To go to New York City, Fatima
(Repeat)

If beauty was in the eyes of beholder
how come everyone hushed when she walked by
How come girls would look just to scold her
How come the angel wanted to hold her?

Fatima, Fatima I'm in America
I make rhymes and I make them delicate
You would have liked the parks in Connecticut
You would have said I'm working too hard again.

Damn you shooter, Damn you the building
Whose walls hid the blood she was spilling
Damn you Country so good at killing
Damn you feeling, for persevering

Is it true when they say all you need is just love,
Is it true
What about those who have loved
Only to find that it's taken away
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free
To be free
What about those who I've known
Whose memory still lives inside of me.


Fatima,
What did the Gun Man Say
before he took you away on that fateful day
Fatima
Did he know your name, or the plans we made
To go to New York City
(Repeat)

Fatima..

(Spoken)
Now I just want to make it clear, I don't want you to shed a tear.
Because this here, is a celebration, We're not mourning, We're celebrating
Yeah
So baby don't cry, Please don't let the tears fall
So don't cry..


Perhaps if I keep saving all these up, I can organize something more formal after the holidays are over. Or you could just play with them now...
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Irresistable.
They sit down at the same time on their respective sides of the little round table. It is 4:02 AM, and Len breathes in and reaches out and laces his hand in hers. She looks at the uneven mesh of her fingers-- long, bulbous, bent back from her palm; his short, terrifyingly thin, curled forward over hers like a bird's beak. She looks up again. The warm broad light of the kitchen picks out the glinting lines of salt water that are tucked between his eyeballs and the pink inner lids.

He hasn't said anything to her for thirty seven hours. But she leans forward and brushes her lips against his short, ragged nails, which catch on the chapped skin, and he says, "Jocelyn," and "God," like they might be one desperate, awful word. His voice is a mess, the soft rolling sound she loves butchered by his alcohol-raw throat and the uncounted half-accents he picked up at conferences held hundreds of miles from what was home, once.

"Shh," she mouths, lipping his knuckles like a horse looking for sugar.

"Why are we doing this?" he asks, and through her lashes she can see his face. "We can get through this. Jocelyn. Please."

"No," she says, as gently as she knows how (she spent her cruelty filling out the forms); "we can't."

He swallows; her gaze tracks the movement of his throat and slides up to the bitterness sliding across his glazed eyes. His mouth is open just enough that she can see the edge of his teeth. She wonders if he will ever hear another word she tells him, and decides: probably not.
Re: Irresistable.
Truly, you are the queen of comment fic. This is absolutely exquisite, and perfect for the prompt.
Re: Irresistable.
Thank you so much! It was what sprang to mind as soon as I read it, although it took me a while to decide in which direction, since I have no doubt that it goes both ways, in equal and absolute measure.
Re: Irresistable.
The whole divorce is fascinating. When I read those lines, I really wanted it to be a Leonard/Jocelyn fic, but I just didn't have the idea for where it should go. I'm glad you did!
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Ahahaha, well, if only I'd had a proper idea for it-- then I'd write the full-length fic it really deserves.
Re: Irresistable.
You always write these astonishing things and then apologize for them.
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So that's two comments today that have filled me with stammering glee and also: untrue! I assume people want more of my things and then I apologize for not having it. So what you are implying is undue modesty is actually arrogance. :'D
Re: Irresistable.
Heh. Well, I do want more if you ever get the bunny for it. But what I like about this ficlet is that it recognizes we don't need t know all the reasons for the divorce to be moved by what's happening, or to portray all the emotions involved in it.
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God, yes. Even in a longer fic, I doubt I could articulate all the reasons that go into that kind of breaking. Really, the main point of Writing Moar would be adorable bby!Joanna. :'D