I understand now where I’ve seen your eyes
They’re ones my own mirror thinks to be wise
I’ve seen the same innocent look
That proves you’ve been open to the hook
I’ve seen the same sparkle of light
When a first date was going so right
I’ve seen the same pain
When the people closest to us are full of disdain
I’ve seen the vulnerability behind those earthy tones
That makes you feel the moment in your bones
These deep brown eyes of yours
Are ones that endure
Of all else, I’d like to reassure
That looking in your eyes is…
In fact…
A cure.
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Books and my poetry collection
Do you have any collections?
Before digital books, I bought so many books that there are still some I hadn’t read when I had to five them away. As any reader would tell you, books are sacred to readers, and re-reading some is a must. It’s a good thing I kept a few books to tide me over!
As for my poetry collection, it’s my own writing, a way for me to express how the world affects me, and on…
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Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me
— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole
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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
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Blessed Be by Sol Rios, published in Ghost of my Ghosts
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Noriko Ibaragi, from 101 Modern Japanese Poems; "When I Was At my Prettiest,"
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Theodore Roethke, from "What Can I Tell My Bones", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]
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One thing they didn’t teach us
Was that love makes you earn
It holds a mirror to you
Asking “But what have you learned?”
“The lessons I’ve given you
Are here to undo
The walls before your heart
To allow something new”
Meeting the reflection
Is something of an affliction
Until you find the direction
Of your soul’s inhibitions
It’s in these moments
That love hold you accountable
Forcing the gaze
Into something surmountable
It’s not about getting
It right the first try
But more about keeping
The vision in your eye
So don’t break the gaze
Until you work for the next phase
And continue the lessons
Each and every day
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she is asking for more than/ most men are able to give,/ but she means to have what she/ has earned,/ sweet sighs, safe houses,/ hands she can trust
Lucille Clifton, "to my friend, jerina" from How to Carry Water
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The houses were not Hamas.
The kids were not Hamas.
Their clothes and toys were not Hamas.
The neighborhood was not Hamas.
The air was not Hamas.
Our ears were not Hamas.
Our eyes were not Hamas.
The one who ordered the killing,
the one who pressed the button thought
only of Hamas.
— Mosab Abu Toha, from "The Wounds," Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear
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— Louise Glück, from “The Untrustworthy Speaker.”
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