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Kolkata, I can’t love you
Read more: Kolkata, I can’t love youKolkata, I can’t love you,It’s not that I haven’t tried but look at you-You’re weak. You look defeated.To imagine once you were the jewel of India,Headquarters of the biggest empire in the world,They came in with their guns and fleet,They tried to control you,To think lords and barons once planned and plotted against you,To think…
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What is Love?
Read more: What is Love?What is love?I feel like I’ve always been in love with the idea of being loved,Do I really know what love is?I know for sure that it’s not the big things because I’ve had them,I didn’t quite feel loved.I crave the little things,Just someone I can talk to,Someone I can be myself with unapologetically,Someone who…
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Au Revoir 2020
Read more: Au Revoir 2020What a year it has been…What a year it has been!!!I know, I know, crazy, surreal?Let me think about it for a second,No, I don’t really have words for it,All I can say isWhat a year it has been. We earned some, we lost a lot,We learned some about viruses and what not!God! What a…
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I Am Who I’ve Been Looking For
Read more: I Am Who I’ve Been Looking ForI am who I’ve been looking for,I’m sexy, I’m cute,I’m loud, I’m mute,I’m emotional, I’m vulnerable,I don’t know about you but I think I’m freaking adorable,Sometimes I’m like a child to be awed by the wonders of the world,Sometimes I pave my own path,Sometimes I walk, sometimes I twirl,I’m dancer,I’m a poet,I’m a fairy,And you…
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If I Woke Up in Paris Again
Read more: If I Woke Up in Paris AgainIf I woke up in Paris again,Things…would be different,Before the bakery’s aroma wake my senses up,I’d rather be wrapped up in your smell.If I woke up in Paris again,It’d be nice, a little of your sugar and a lot of my spice,Bébé, can we wake up together?Before the Sun can say “bonjour”,A quick run to…
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I Am Enough
Read more: I Am EnoughListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem Anamika It started with “I feel fat”Then the spiraling happenedI don’t remember exactly when it hit me,I wanted to make myself thinnerSo I would eat paper for dinnerAnd soon all I could feel were just the bones in my body … His voice still rings into…
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Firenze
Read more: FirenzeListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** “If you were a Money Heist character, what would be your city name? Have you ever thought of that?”Of course, I have! That’s the first thing I had thought of.Even before falling slightly in love with Sergio,Before being absolutely mesmerized by Fonollosa,Before countlessly cursing Silene…
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Tua – An Ode to Myself
Read more: Tua – An Ode to MyselfThose little feet, big hair, Mamma’s princess, Daddy’s only heir. “She’ll become a prodigy” Sharp eyes, tiny ears; see, she picked the pen, Prophecy it seems, Little head burdened with their big dreams. * The little princess fell sick, She wouldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. Sleepless nights spent by Mum, Deranged, frightened and the lovers…
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I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my story
Read more: I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my storyListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my story.Our stories make us who we are.I was young, I was foolish, I was selfish, I was adamant, I was naïve, I was in love.I was confused, I was terrified, I was threatened, I have…
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The New World
Read more: The New WorldListen to the Spoken Word version of this Poem *** The New World is uncertain.I hope it will be kind.We know that it will be different,After all that we’ve been through,After everything that’s on our mind.The New World must be loving,We need more of that,The new world must accept peopleFor who they truly are.I hope…
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