Thursday, May 12, 2016

When you go back 
Don't count the fingers you
Lost getting here 
Or the limbs your neighbours lost 
Don't let the memories you caged 
Come out to play don't 
Unfold the crumpled pages
of your passport  don't
Poke your stomach and sigh
Wistfully where it crosses the 
Borders your aunties set for desirability 
Don't carry any lovers in your chest 
Don't 
Don't go back, you can't go back 
Not all of you anyway

-We miss time (not places)/ we miss people (not places)

Thursday, March 31, 2016

You can't run from yourself anyway

You catch yourself thinking, saying, repeating “I want to go home”

Inside the very walls that built you.


The F word

If it were not for faith and fallacy and friction and fear.
tonight would be a fatality.



- On things the heart can't bear anymore

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

protect yourself

in the name of god
most gracious most merciful
you are not kind
and i am afraid
of people
who can extinguish the light in others
and carry that sin with them
as if they own the honey
that flows from your heart
oh resilient one
be mindful
the world is soft and cruel at the same time
protect yourself
cherish yourself

Friday, March 4, 2016

Sometimes we patch up our wounds
and so the only place we can bleed
Is from our mouths with our words
But what we forget is that with the blood
Comes fragments of the razors we were cut with

-Toxic

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

For the village

Monday
We are formalities and performances, holding breath, turning purple. Smile, everyone is watching love. Consistency Consistency Consistency Consistency Consistency consistency Consistency.
                                                           Tuesday
I want to tell you that you can’t fill your hollow spaces with the hollow spaces of others, but what a lie, what hypocrisy, when all I want, is to fill myself with you.
                                                         Wednesday
You with the light eyes, heavy with the idea of sleep, you pace back and forth, back and forth. I hear you, reciting your lists for the day to yourself, they never end. You discuss the weather, to silence the loudness of your thoughts. Sometimes there is no silencing them, I know.
                                                           Thursday
You my love, are angry and tired, you see the answers in sand, but I see them in snow and rain and slush, I see them in green and blue and yellow. For a long time now, we both have seen red. Maybe its time to accept that we are asking different questions.
                                                            Friday
Often I catch you, picking away at your skin, pulling the hairs from your head, digging at the soft tissue under your nails, blinking twice as if you missed something important. Perhaps you have have. Perhaps we all have.

After the fact

It is not the flames that scare me, the buildings and homes set ablaze, 
the innocent caught in cross fire, the running wild, the screaming, the suffocating.

It’s the quiet after that, the smoke that has settled, the fruitful turned to ashes and debris
It is the earth that has dried and cracked, rejecting what saves it, what nourishes it.

We dream of gardens but oh how far away they are, oh how ridiculous the concept
of wanting to produce something small and beautiful and healthy seems now.

Oh how ridiculous the concept of wanting to produce something
Small
And
Beautiful
And healthy

Seems now.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Dear Muslim Women

Dear Muslim women:
can we love & accept each other without tearing each other apart? Is it possible to appreciate women for being hijabi fashionistas, or wearing hella thick eyeliner without judging the content of their character? Without questioning their devotion to modesty or God? When we make these underhanded remarks under the guise of reminders I wonder how much benefit comes from it. Sometimes "reminders" can be more harmful. I have always found that reminders that are rooted in shaming people have never been productive. There are millions of muslim women on this planet and to expect that they they will all interpret and act upon things in the same manner as you is a disservice to this faith. Understanding religion differently than someone else does not make you wrong, it does not weaken your faith, it does not take away your commitment to this community or God. So can we allow for women to express themselves while we hold them gently and cheer for them along the way? Is this possible?

Monday, February 22, 2016

restless

the moon takes hold of my hand
and the sky pulls my hair
the night is always trying to take me away from you