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Poetic Aspirin to an Aching Soul
Has grief ever choked you
and made you an island of despair,
crushed your bones to powder
and snuffe..
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The boy that bought you flowers yesterday
now carries your father's head in his bloody hands
muttering the prayers of hallowed purgery
while you ru..
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Reminiscing on the idea of the single story
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Bear with me,
when my tired bones refuse
to dance to the youthful tune
of restless rage,
when age leaves me caged
in deathly glass-transparent p..
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The talkative scars on Grand pa's face
rap on even in the night
when blankets become seductresses
and my ears write letters of fatigue.
When h..
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Let me tell you something:
a few years from now,
you will wake up to find
the sun's claws digging deep
beneath the volatile beauty of your skin,
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I hate French,
Too many wasted letters therein,
I detest English
Too many borrowed words it has,
Oh! I loathe Chinese too,
It is Greek to me!
Le..
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I search for you
between lyrics of songs
engraved into the memories
of every lovelorn heart
by fires of loneliness.
I search for you
in the d..
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IN THIS TOWN
Yesterday was just like every other day,
The bombs sang,
And body parts spread far apart to give room to dance
Our sisters' twin leg..
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They call me black
but the leathery coat of my flesh
is a marriage of hazelnut brown
and holy good-natured resilience,
my teeth is a bodily incar..
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