Category: Poetry
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Happy Women’s Day 2024
The world’s silence shall echoyour words to the ends of the earth.Behind you, stand generations of women there ever were,For you are daughters of warriors,unsung, unheard,But now the air shall ring with your song and fire. Resistance. Rebellion. Revolution. This is a day to remember her-story.
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A Conversation on Life; or, Reassuring a Close Friend
anna, i need to remind you that your life is not something to wait for. to wait for numbers. to wait for your dream to become true or not. to wait for luck to have its way. to wait for other people to accept you as you are. it is…
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This Year: A Reflection on My Blog’s Third Anniversary
I want this year to be my healing era. There will be lots and lots and lots of downs but I want to try on the ups. I want to break the mould that has been building up around me. I am pathetic at trying but I want to try…
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The Year of the Dragon
Fire, fire everywhereShining bright, an immortal eyeEngulfing the sky.Fire, fire everywhereBirthing light, a new sunBlinding everyone.Fire, fire everywhereBreaking the night, a falling starBlazing from afar.Fire, fire everywhereTaking flight, a red serpentDancing around Earth.
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Dark Waters
The sky is black like ink while my face dips in and out of the waves, my hand stretching out in front of me, searching for another hand— I find none. My heart is suspended in the middle of the ocean— lub, dub, lub, dub— and the beat is consumed…
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There is a Light at the End of the Tunnel
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s small, white and faint— it might be a dream, or a phosphene. Skinned fingertips graze along the floor— I have long given up trying to find the walls. The darkness stretches into an endless hall. Words come out just…
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18 Revolutions; or, a Sunset on Adolescence
// The sun is low now. The days are becoming shorter and shorter. The cicadas have stopped chirping and the peach tree is already bare of its leaves. I have always loved fall, and grateful to have been born in the month of horrors // 18 revolutions around the sun.…
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Canvas
The canvas is blankand my paintbrushes lieside by side,old vinyl bristles breaking apart. An empty jar of medication filled with waterstands near the cracked palette.The watercolours are faded,and almost gone. A newspaper from 2016 is spread underneathon the table. An article reads out “Peace Talks with Terrorists”while another shows a…
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How Do You Know Me? A Letter to Schoolmates
do you know me as the girl who forgot to bring her id card / do you know me as the girl who was too stupid to tell an honest excuse / do you know me as the girl who won’t lift her eyes from the ground / do you…
malalai khan 