You ought to know

You ought to know what it means to be carelessly dismissed You ought to know what it feels like to be despised You ought to know what makes people so cold and indifferent to you   You ought to know so you might stop dismissing despising coldly ignoring   You ought to know what it’s…

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Love Interrupted

You love but something blocks you an invisible barrier holds you from reaching to me   You hurt but you won’t tear down that wall   Your love is insecure unstable interrupted   constantly deeply consistently interrupted   Pain You are pain’s embodiment sheltering a fearful love.

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Ode to a Blue Recliner

I claimed you Old, tattered, torn… missing pieces the ones that used to matter but you came from the one who owned you the one who reclined on you for comfort on those long chemo days on those wretched post-surgery days the only sure respite from it all you… and his cat   I claimed…

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Pain

I know you harbor it It seeps through you And reaches the deepest recesses of my soul I hurt Because of the pain you inflict on me And my loved ones You are one giant ball of pain That emanates from every pore It hurts to be around you It hurts to talk to you…

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Be

Contractions tearing through your body Your womb is about to explode Your temples dripping in cold sweat Your time is here Be In this moment, be here. Feel the pain Ushering a new life into this world… Your mind will forget the pain. Your heart will fill with love. Your miraculous baby shrills You can’t…

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Solidarity

I will share with you a couple of thoughts that have been running through my mind a lot lately: one has to do with the need for minorities (class, racial, religious, etc.) to stick together, and the other with the need for us to listen to each other. Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) said we should help…

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Babel isn’t a mess, it just looks like one

Infinite possibilities, or almost. Seemingly endless possibilities. Chaotic? Random… Inexplicable! But it isn’t (Jorge Luis Borges) There’s order in this madness (Oscar Wilde) A pattern, perhaps My order, my pattern, my possibility may not be yours, but it exists Sharing the possibility of its existence is hope My sense and yours may differ Being alive…

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Spring

Brimming with anticipation I observed you peeking through the snow Reminding me of why I long for you But you resist my silent beckoning You scornfully ignore the birds’ appeal I invite you to stay a while And you smile… Your warmth gently caresses my cheek, promising to return All in good time, you whisper…

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The lines of my life

Smile, laughter, grief, and sun lines are carved into my every expression. We’re betraying each other as we speak. Pain and joy have left their marks, signaling the map of my life. That’s the truth they holler, while I try to drown out their noise with my own voice. I’m aging. My face admits it.…

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Meandering noise

Noise. Noise in my brain. I want to do everything, but can’t concentrate on any single thing. My head hurts. Nowhere to overflow. Pressure. Noisy pressure. Confusing misdirection seems the adequate description. Everything going somewhere, but nowhere specific, chaotically meandering with unknown destinations. No end goal is visible. No transition… or is it all transition?…

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