Some are truths
Some are lies
Some are stories
Told too many times
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Tag: Poetry
Man
His biggest tragedy was his humanity
The Speech
I am the universe disguised as a human
I am the seed turning into a tree
I am the stars that you can not fathom
I am the idea you refused to believe
I am potential waiting to happen
And all things that proceed
I am your mother and your children
I am everything you see
The Stranger I Know
Naked
Like me
You were born for them all to see
Naked
Screaming- probably
Thinking why
Why must I cry
Air too painful
Consumes your lungs
…
See! We were the same once
Now, we are strangers on the street
My Title
The child that stood on tip toes
Trying to see the men outside
Through bullet holes- I watched
Much too excited for change
“It will be beautiful, like America… like you see on TV.” One solider promised me
That was back in 2003
When ISIS was a nightmare yet to form
When angels wore uniforms
When enemies were clear to see
When I did not know the difference between you and me
But now my skin gives me a label I did not earn
Not the ‘Doctor’
‘Woman’
‘Rich’ nor ‘Poor’
I wear a title that I can not for the life of me shed
But that is a thing I dare not regret
Connection
After the sun has set
And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see
I lay awake
Much too aware of my essence
That thing I try to avoid
That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure
I see it
A fire that does not burn, nor is red
I see my soul trying to connect
But these webs are much too wide
And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need
To be connected, once more
Adapting
In a crack between two bricks
I left a message as I was taken away
And Freed from the rooftop
I was allowed to visit the beach in May
Rain disturbed the strangers
But I was so happy to be free
And as time passed
I forgot the rooftop
And those strangers were much like me
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(Note: I grew up in Iraq, where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )
