Feb 14

School Shootings

How many more 
have to die of gun
violence
in classrooms
until
we
do
something 
about
it? 

When will we learn that
guns will not 
protect
they 
kill 
they 
rip 
families 
apart.

When will we stop trying 
to protect the people
that try to kill
the innocent
kindergatener
standing 
there
with 
wide 
eyes.

When will polaticians 
try to understand 
that guns will not
solve all our problems,
the second amendment
gives us 
the 
right 
to 
protect
but
not 
to 
kill.

When will we 
decide that we 
have had enough
of
the 
bloodstained
school 
grounds
we 
stand 
on.

 
Feb 14

Wheelchairs and Imagination

Dum du dum dum dum
She hums as she
taps her fingers on
the table,  
closing her eyes.

Da rarara dum darum.
tips her head back and
sings a tune nobody knows.

La lalal dum di dum
strange tunes whisper
and weave through
the air and to  
a strangers ears.

Perhaps...perhaps..
the tunes gain discernible
words and melody.
but the others stare
as they walk by.

Maybe one day….

she sings, wheeling around
and imagines
dancing to the beat
of her own melody.

Maybe someday…
she sings, sadly
looking at her legs,
wishing for one more chance

To run

And jump

And twirl

And kick.

Dum da dum dum….
she hums again,
in her imagination,

forever dancing.




 
Feb 11

Rose petals and moonlight

Midnight is not a person.
Midnight is the dew on a 
rose when the sun has not 
yet risen.

Midnight is a butterfly in 
full blooms before the harsh 
rays of the sun burns the wings.

Midnight is the secret breaths 
in the dark, free for a few hours
before the world traps you again.

Midnight is warm tears on 
cold air when you need to let 
it out the most.

Midnight is oceans lapping
against a shore, 
glowing with creatures 
that use the dark to shine 
in the light.

Midnight is delicate flower petals 
unfolding into the soft light of a moon
and hummingbirds that glow silver.

Midnight is in the garden of day and night
growing the vines that choke so thickly 
the gates.

Midnight is hidden emotions that 
are let loose in the safety of the darkness
and the silent screams that 
never reach the light of day.
Feb 08

The girl behind a nightheart

brown eyes 
lead to long eyelashes
and long eyebrows.

Her entire family has
brown eyes,
they are ok,
she thinks.
not particulary unique,
more like mud.


long eyebrows 
lead to acne scarred
olive skin

She likes her eyebrows,
but not her skin. 
She hates the acne that comes,
she feels insecure of it.
she cut her hair into bangs to keep people from seeing them,
they're gone, thank goodness.


olive skin
leads to full lips 
and a nose

She doesn't really like her nose
it's too big, 
a classic trait from her mother and father.
It's a stereotype, really,

a typical Iranian nose
that keeps her from drinking in champagne flutes because

her nose gets stuck in them.

on the other side it leads 
to black-brown curls
Feb 08

The girl behind a nightheart

brown eyes 
lead to long eyelashes
and long eyebrows.

Her entire family has
brown eyes,
they are ok,
she thinks.
not particulary unique,
more like mud.


long eyebrows 
lead to acne scarred
olive skin

She likes her eyebrows,
but not her skin. 
She hates the acne that comes,
she feels insecure of it.
she cut her hair into bangs to keep people from seeing them,
they're gone, thank goodness.


olive skin
leads to full lips 
and a nose

She doesn't really like her nose
it's too big, 
a classic trait from her mother and father.
It's a stereotype, really,

a typical Iranian nose
that keeps her from drinking in champagne flutes because

her nose gets stuck in them.

on the other side it leads 
to black-brown curls
Feb 06

Blind

Oh say can you see?

Yes, I can see,
how you've killed
how you've lived
how you've taken
how you've given
how you've hurt.
how you've loved 
how you've opened
how you've closed
how you've accepted
how you've blocked
how you've ruined
how you've built.

Oh say can you see?


And I refuse to be blind. 
 
Feb 06

From sea to shining sea

How dare you.

How dare you.


That was the land of my sisters
my brothers,
leaders and lovers 
and nations 
and empires 
and poets 
and writers
and hope.

That was the land of my kin
and their kin
and my roots run deep there
and you shame me 
and jeer and 
then call it 
a sh**thole

Middle East.
Sh**thole?
did you hear about that?


You will not dirty the place 
of the pioneers 
and immigrants 
and singers
and freedom
and speech.

You will not quash
a star spangled banner
a newly found hope
a trip over oceans
and hope.

America.
Disgrace.
did you hear about this?


You will not quash my 
world 
my dreams 
my religion
my speech
my land 
Jan 30

The privelige we take for granted

I know the privelige 
we take for granted,
because I live in it.

I know the privelige 
we take for granted 
because my parents know
how it feels to live without it.

I know the privelige 
of the freedom of speech,
the ability to say whatever we want,
without getting arrested.

I know the privelige 
because without it 
if I wrote,
I would be chased down 
and arrested.

I know the privelige
I am grateful for it 
because it allows me 
to be free.

I know the privelige 
because when I see people 
who mean well
in the streets chanting
that America is not great,
I sigh.

because America is great.

but we cannot realize that privelige 
till we live without it.
 
Jan 30

State of the Union

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you don't even know a 
different word for "bigly" 

How're you going talk about the 
state of the union
when you can't understand 
racism or discourage it.

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you want some of your population
to be registered because of the scarves round their heads.

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you refuse to awknowlege 
our right to reproduction.

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you call other nations
an unthinkable word.

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you call white supremacists 
good people.

How're you going to talk about the 
state of the union
when you have sexually harassed
dozens.
Jan 25

They tell me, I tell them

People tell me that when they read 
what I write,
they get worried,
because they care about me.

I tell them,
they should not worry,
for this is what I live through,
you see

People tell me I should write 
happy writing,
but I don't know if that's possible, do you?

I tell them,
Why is what I'm writing not happy,
if I know it is the truth
perhaps that is why my writing is not happy.
because I face truths.

People tell me,
How can I write such darkness?
How can I mold it with my very hands?
How does my heart take 
the utter sadness?

I tell them that I do not create
the darkness that comes in
That darkness already exists around me,
I just simply sit and observe.
Maybe this disturbs them, 
it is the truth.

People tell me,
you have a great gift,

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