Loss

Is it me?

It must be.

For he always walks away

Especially after I’ve pushed him far

Far away.

Walking away

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You don’t understand

This pain

Its a drug I can’t explain.

Dance

Doomed to dance the same routine

Like a marionette in an empty theatre

Trapped

Ghostly applause

Echoing

At my bleeding feet

Cute

Beautiful People

Beautiful.

Inside and out.

An Angel.

Allah made you so.

 

Would that I could

Be even a little like you.

You held my hand.

When no one else could.

You wiped away my tears.

When no one else would.

 

Would that I could.

Show you.

How much that meant to me.

 

I could never,

Ever,

Ever.

Thank you enough.

إدعيلي‎

Africa, My Mother.

Warm sun beating on darkened brow.

Heavy kisses of a humid day.

A welcoming handshake,

In an African smile.

Envy

I wish I was stronger.

I wish I was braver.

I wish I was louder.

I wish I took up more space.

I wish.

I wish.

I wish.

I wish I didn’t envy her for what I am not.

 

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