Jun 18

therapy session in my mind (pt.1)

(Why can't you 
loosen up a little, 
let go?)

Said the boy, 
his eyes quizically turning
and twisting in the light.

I laughed, 
my hollow voice not 
the only noise creeping
loud and dark 
within my mind.

(Maybe if i was you.)
I replied, looking out
at the twisted expanses 
that lay stretched before me.

His eyebrows furrowed and
i could almost see the 
questions knitting themselves
in between them.

(Let me clarify.)
I said, my features clearing out.

(When you make a 
mistake, when you lose control
when you mess up, 
the headline will be)

Teenage Boy Makes Mistake

(When i mess up, which i
hope will never happen,
when i lose control,
swerving in and out,
the headline will be)

Iranian-American Muslim Immigrant Loses Control.
Jun 08

YWP

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 YWP is a place where
(only a couple) 
people know me,
and i'm comfortable with that,
i'd rather hide under a mask than 
have people know when they read,
who i am, 
where i come from 
and all things in between.

Jun 07

It kills you inside

"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

No.

what doesn't kill you
hammers at your heart 
and leaves cracks there,
sometimes wide,
sometimes miniscule,
for everyone to see.

what doesn't kill you 
gives you pain until you feel
like you want to scream,
agony like a hot knife, 
and the cuts and the blood
flow like the red sea,
giving you scars so that you will 
never forget.

what doesn't kill you 
stays in your mind, 
paralyzing you with fear until 
the very thought of doing 
anything but sitting there and 
shaking is unbearable reliving
over and over again.

what doesn't kill you
makes the shadows under your eyes,
makes the long tortured nights
where you toss and turn, 
trying to escape from the nightmare,
and when you are awake, 
it makes you want to escape from all 
May 29

Silence Reigns

Another school shooting
has occured today.

crackles a voice 
ocer the rado.
There is one official death
reported so far-
and then my father clicks 
off the radio and silence reigns,
staring out at the countryside 
that passes.

Just because it happens
doesn't mean we talk about it.

and the silence reigns.

There has been two other
accusations of sexual assault today,
of prominent men-

The TV is cut off by a hand
on the remote as widened eyes
gape at the blank TV screen,
news reel still playing on repeat
inside my head.

Just because it happens,
doesn't mean we talk about it.

and the silence reigns.

There was another protest 
in the streets,

I hear my parents whisper
The situation is not safe,
not good.
May 20

This is America

all i can think of
is how when i found
out i 
didn't even bat an 
eyelash because of course
nothing changed,
how could i expect anything to change?

I first heard right before 
our school dance and all i could think
was "oh, another one? again?"
while we were
dancing through the dark those students
were screaming through the night
as they relived the bullets cutting
through the air.

After all, this is America,
where we desensitize the hysteria
and on one side of the nation
students are having fun in the school gym
and on the other students are
bleeding onto the floor of the school gym.

all i can think of 
is how, at my track meet,
there were the echoing sounds of
either gunfire or
fireworks going through the woods,
of how you quickly learn to know
the difference.
They were gunshots, not 
firecrackers.
May 18

BlueRedBlueBlack.

blue 
red 
blue 
red
oh no
blue 
red 
blue
red 
Hello, officer, I-
blue
red 
blue
red
get out of the car! now!
blue 
red 
blue 
red
Hands behind your back!
blue 
red
blue
red
what'd I do, officer?
blue 
red
blue 
red
shut up!
blue 
red 
blue 
red
please, officer i was only trying to get home-
blue 
red 
blue
red
blue
one more word and i'll shoot!
blue 
red
blue
red
blue
please, officer-
blue 
red
blue 
red
Shut UP!
blue 
red 
blue
red
blue 
red
gray
of a gun drawn
out and 
one
two 
three
shots 
and
red
red
red
draining from
the body and
May 15

How to Lose Your Name

You lose your name
in a language that gives
your name vowels like
curdled milk.

You lose your name 
after hearing
all the variations
that are not your name.

You lose your name
in the eyes of new teachers
or substitutes, in that moment
they cringe when they 
see your name at 
the top of the list.

You lose your name
when you meet new people 
and your heart falls because
you don't even care to 
explain to them how to say it
anymore.

You lose your name
when everybody calls you 
by the other name, the wrong
name, that haunts you all
day long, lurking even in
the shadows until you want to shout:
That's not my name!
 
You lose your name
when your friends 
correct the substitutes because
you don't even care enough 
to correct them
anymore.

You lose your name
May 14

collide

i what

What am i
Nothing but

A

                Speck
In a

HUGE
Universe, multiverse and

My

                    Voice is

                                                Nothing
Compared to the

Rush/roar
Of galaxies

            Colliding.

 
May 08

News Titles Interlude

(All Headlines come from The Gaurdian, ABC News and NPR)


"Trump: U.S "will withdraw" from Iran Deal." 

"More Than Two Dozen Homes Destroyed in Hawaii After Volcano Explanation."

The world is crumbling
Around me and everything
is a burning bonfire.

I'm trying to find where
I went wrong and desperately
trying to clear the smoke of 
hate out of my loungs,
coughing.

"For Babies of The Opioid Crisis, Mom Recovery May be Best Chance."
"Carson and HUD are Sued Over Delaying Anti- Segregation Rule."


Everyone is hurling balls of 
hate at each other and I stand
in the middle covering my ears
and trying desperately not to cry.

Bombs are falling and volcanoes 
are bursting, war is taking thousands
of lives and I can't not cry when I see
the broken bodies of children littered 
across the ground. 
May 07

A little higher

Little girl,
raise your head 
a little higher.
I know over the years
they will try to bow it
in suservience,
but i hope you will be strong 
enough to push your
unfaltering gaze forward.

Little girl,
stand up a 
little straighter.
I know over the years
they will try to bend you 
forcing you into roles
but i hope you will be strong
enough to push back 
when they place the bricks on 
your back.

Little girl,
speak a 
little louder.
I know over the years 
they will try to stifle 
your voice so that you 
cannot speak, 
but i hope you will be strong 
enough to scream through 
the fabric they place on 
your mouth.

Little girl,
fly a little 
higher,
I know that over the years
they will try to chain you 
to the ground,
but i hope you will be strong
enough to rip yourself from 

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