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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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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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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,…

