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The Order of Pen
- July 2, 2024
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Alexandria, VA
Alexandria, VAhere, outside my windowa crow moves without pressure,over the dead leavesthat cruel September has left behind.it's a time of indecision,down by the water front.The lake tightly holds beamsof sunlight…
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- July 2, 2024
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I Will Not Fall Softly Down
In her final moments left Before the winter claims her crown A tree will wear her finest dress As her last rebel sound She changes not for winter’s jest She…
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- July 2, 2024
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Ta-wa-na
The girk who cries racism,That’s me,Apparently,‘Your kind’ always brings race into it,They tell me,britain’s not racist,They tell me,As they denounce my britishness,Because it’s citizenship by blood,Not citizenship by soil,They dissect…
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- July 2, 2024
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Fracture in a Tinted Window
Time and time again, you believe the filth your mind tells you.Scouring the world for anything other than warmthTo fill the chasm inside.You resist love, believing yourself to be unworthy…
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- July 2, 2024
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Black Hole in My Chest
I try to be seen by you through different eyesYour footsteps walk away from meI’m still a child, running to catch up with youWhat sword did you use on me?The…
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- July 2, 2024
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Where Does Salvation Lie?
The Student: “How might one appeal?How might one atone?I have come to feelThat neither may be known. Who can say forsoothThat he has been forgiven?In searching for the Truth,To madness…
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- July 2, 2024
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A Guttural Roar
i write becausegmail doesn't have a separate section for my heart's drafts. on saturdays that merge into sundays like love into grief,i sit and try to pen down all that…
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- July 2, 2024
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Towards Another 28
I remember you as a before.Before the sunrise and its silenceThe swift exchange of your headbandAnd my cheeky kiss,Everything pounding from within. Before somebody else noticed usAs an us and…
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- July 2, 2024
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Cross-Dimension Cacophony
There's a corner in my city, Taj where in some, minstrels still swoonbut for those from afar. Never in the nights of the chai seller.In paralysis, my city. They come…
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- July 2, 2024
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The Flower Under Shawl
I culled lillies and hibiscusKnowing they were ubtiquous of allForasmuch their charm radiated a chorusUnlike the flower that sang under a shawl. Mysterious is the rapture it may entail withinAnd…
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