Poetry from a Child Bride
Making love to an old man is like
Making love to a limp cornstalk blackened by fungus.
- a poem by a child bride in Afghanistan
“I know this is true,” Gulmakai, the young poet who wrote the poem above announced to Pulitzer Center grantees Eliza Griswold and Seamus Murphy as they reported on women’s poetry in Afghanistan. “My father married me to an old man when I was 15.” She told them she made up poems all the time as she cooked and cleaned the house. Read more here»