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You’re Not Alone
Read more: You’re Not AloneListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** To those who are alone during this lockdown,I’m one of you.So, I know how it feels like waking up just to go back to sleep,I know how it feels to check Twitter obsessively,I know what it feels like to miss someone, anyone; him around me.We’ve…
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Why Me?
Read more: Why Me?Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** Why me?A question I ask myself often these days.I ponder, I wonder, I sit idle.I shed tears every now and then,Even though I know, all my tears are in vain.Why me?I’ve never done wrong to anyone,I’ve never wished anyone bad.Yes, I’ve had my moments where…
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“My Father” – A Father’s Day Special
Read more: “My Father” – A Father’s Day SpecialMy father wanted me to be a doctor.A scientist, a lawyer, a professor!My father wanted me to be anything but who I am today.“Writers are not rich” – he said,“Writer? A world can go on without a writer,This world could do without writers”My father told me that my stories are not important.My father told me…
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Within These Four Walls
Read more: Within These Four WallsListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** 350 sq ft, it’s a studio!It’s cozy and the university is right next door and it’s so convenient, I love it.I will furnish it, I will make this my home!— That’s what I said when I moved in 4 years ago.Had I known I’d have…
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People You Lose to Depression
Read more: People You Lose to DepressionListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** People you lose to depression,No, not just the dead ones but,The ones who just changed over the course of time.You once saw them happy, smiling,Now their eyes are still and they feel like nothing.People you lose to depression,Are your own people.It’s your father or mother…
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The Color of My Skin
Read more: The Color of My Skin“It’s so exotic”,“You look like Pocahontas”,“I love how tanned you are”,“Oh, your color is so sexy”,The color of my skin,It’s not for you to objectify, it’s a part of me.The color of my skin is who I am!This golden hue, the wavy black hair,These gloomy dark eyes, no, they’re not for share!No, you can’t touch…
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X & Y
Read more: X & YListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** Clustered. They’re bundled in pairs. Shapeless, forming numerous layers, Of cognitive notions that are beyond my reach, Defiantly, the randomness of life and death, Whether we make it out alive or we die, We’re trying to untangle the X and Y. Wailing, amidst the dandelions,…
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San Sebastián
Read more: San Sebastián26/04/2020 Hallo! Guten Morgen! Wie geht’s? “Ich bin ok, und du?” You were born in San Sebastián just like Sergio from La Casa De Papel, I just finished season 2 and how I thought of you! Remember the San Sebastián day? I was distressed and we planned my gateway, Last year, around this time,…
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Mr. Dates
Read more: Mr. DatesOne of the things I miss during this lockdown, Apart from going to the gym and of course being able to walk into any Starbucks and order one Café Latte, Vanilla flavored & 2% milk, grande, And of course, doing my hair so that I can keep their desire locked into my locks, I also…
