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Maha A.
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DRAFT FOUR
NOVEMBER
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1. Mamas Lullaby
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a lullaby,
as soft as my mother
my pillow,
as warm as her chest
her lullaby
to her.
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customise me
shape me into something
mold me like Im a piece of clay
I only hope to fit into your palms
if only momentarily
It is comforting
to fit a strangers palm
understand its intricate lines
and realise that if fate strikes
you will be ready.
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3. Exotified
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Darkness,
in and out your eyes
and flows down your back
It covers you,
head to toe
and conceals an object of desire
Surprisingly,
you answer back
In my common tongue
For a second,
I see myself in you
For a second,
you are not an other.
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4. Us
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Were as harsh
as the desert
where pure water
is rare
and the thirsty
are guaranteed
death
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It carries me
his mother
and her mother
his cheek
squished on my chest
and his hands
tightly gripping my cotton pajamas
made me feel
there.
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foiled plans
of course
they are
and i am
angry
so angry that
i
sorry, never
mind
(why am i
like this)
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8. I have a roommate
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shes at home
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9. The Profane
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I cry out
but my cries echo, echo, echo
repeating again and again
surrounding the room,
and locking
the door.
my voice cracks,
and my cries
slip
and
fall
between the gaps
(within me)
the room,
the cracks
and the cries are
within me
and they shall stay within
sometimes, I
whisper out
and Id think:
perhaps..
someone will listen.
but then,
I cry out
and my cries echo, echo, echo
repeating, again and again
surrounding the room
and locking
the door.
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Tell me what to do
I'm listening, tell me
Fill the room
Fill my head
Fill my my lungs
Tell me
I'm not alone
You're not a voice in my head
Tell me you're here
Tell me, I listen
Tell me,
Should I breathe in?
Tell me, I beg
Mercy, please tell me
Hey, tell me
I'm dizzy
There's two of you, so say something
I don't want to faint on the bathroom floor
I'm fucked up, aren't I
Attention seeking little bitch
Aren't I?
Tell me
Stop snoring and talk
Say that and tell me
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I'm on a train
I don't mind flying out the window
I don't mind arriving safe
I'm too much of myself to care
I must swallow the key and keep it safe in my stomach where no one
can find it ever again,
not even I
(I've internalized it
It's all mine now
If you cut me up you'll find it feeding on my flesh
I raise it and I feed it now
Its mine now
I feel it, and I hear it run around my head.)
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one time, a person i met on the internet asked what my hobbies were
i said.. writing?
he said he liked hiking, calligraphy and playing music
he sent me pictures of his hike, a campfire by the beach
he kept asking me to talk about myself but i was at a loss of what to
say, i had nothing interesting to offer
the most fun ive had that month was go to the mall
i told him i liked gardening but i was lying ( i just water my moms
plants)
i wondered how a free person like him is so bored as to talk to me
i blocked him a while later because he was getting annoying
or maybe because i was just reminded me of how jealous i am
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i have the things i have. things are what they are. my life is what it is.
thats what i try to tell myself, but that is horrific. it doesnt help.
id try to only compare myself to myself,
but nothing about myself really changes.
its me and me again.
im sick of myself. i feel lonely. at least when im jealous theres
someone else on the other end.
then ill be jealous!
im a jealous person, aren't i?!
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me and my mother
and me and my child.
to be held,
and to hold.
I traced them,
and I saw myself in them.
I thought that was all there is to the painting,
and it made me smile.
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my sister has two kids. I love them so much. I think I simply enjoy
being nurturing, its human nature, right? Im a female after all.
the older one is very kind. too kind for the world. he hates it when
I'm sad and he always tells me that he loves me.
her husband hit him one.
oh.
oh.
oh.
oh no, oh no.
oh no.
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there I stand,
grieving.
I cant look.
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