I'm happy.
My poems are lacking pain
lacking witty
lacking deep insights...
The words seem artificial
Even the lines don't flow one after another.
But I'm happy.
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Souvenirs
I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
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My culture is hunting me down My language is after me My roots are jeopardizing my choices My being is suspected My identity is out to get m...
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I miss you. I'm by the sea watching the waves the rebelling drops that are no longer in their place... it's a romantic place, the se...
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The only person I trust is someone I don't trust. The only person I want to speak with is someone I cannot speak with. I'm not a cri...
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