“It doesn’t seem likely” khatoon hazara ||| 6:02pm fri. 4.19.19

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“It doesn’t seem likely” khatoon hazara ||| 6:02pm fri. 4.19.19

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It doesn’t seem easy

But poetry is the only thing I have

And I could’ve let myself drown in all the pain and rage and hurt

But I didn’t wanna do that again

I’ll wait it out

And perhaps the throbbing will subside

My brain is ebbing with the flow of eternity’s creek

I can see all there is to see

I am such a simple subject

Something happens and I tell those that matter

People get mad at me only to get mad

They have their reasons

But what good are they

Notice me

For I am worthy to be noticed

Can you hear me?

Can you finally break free from those chains you casted on your own

I don’t have any words

They go like fleeting swords

They’ll tell me to go along

Keep hounding me with their plans

I tell them how I don’t wanna go

And now

Now I tell them only once

Wasted breath is wasted on those that listen with both hands on their ears

They’ll tell you that you hurt them

That you filled them with hope and expectation

But those are lies

Somethings to infiltrate your heart

A pathetic excuse

Do not let it fatigue you

Don’t overthink it

You’re like a landslide

But you have magic far beyond your reaches

You don’t know how many ancestors came before you

Human life has limits

But the limits of time?

Of the soul?

Of the universe?

Do you know how far the skies extend?

Do you know how many creatures besides us there are ?

How many-

Lives there are

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Maybe it is for the best 

That I stay where I am: hidden

That way

Not even the deepest of creatures can ever find me

Rattle my cage

Just to take a peek at my glistening eyes

That reflect the water droplets from the ocean

Maybe it is from the deepest darkest shadows

That I come from

Bearing the fruit of all labor

Of all the strangled passengers that have ever came this way

The way that I have forged with the heels of my feet

And from the blessings sent down on us from the 

bosom of Mother Earth herself ... May it always be known to the

 people that it was only from the kindest places of the world that it was I that came forth from its rubble.