Miemi Jamal

I wrote this when you were two
You’re my favourite little two years old
will be my favourite in what ever age
Oh yes I promise you this
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If someone asked me
What I did with my life
and tomorrow never comes
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In the dark
feeling cold breaking sweats
feeling pain and numbness
feeling madness and suffering
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In the morning light I slept
under a gray sky
grave somber
buried alive in thoughts
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Its Been Three years since we met
Has it been enough time, I swear it isn’t
And here we are
Not together but
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I cross the street
My favorite Street of the Square
Our frothy long days
Flows by like the River behind the mosque
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Rain on the window
And Light turns red
Thinking of you my dear
Hope your thinking of me too
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Far North his from
Long hair with beautiful ‘tash
Eyes light green like a deep lake
Skin that glows but never tans
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Litter

From Expensive car you litter
From Motorbike you litter too
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At the corner I stand
All alone on Saturday afternoon

Traffic passing
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I drive everyday
Passing the same way
Same sound, same Life, same old
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Wind as the score
Waves on percussion
The Birds on strings
Traffic at top vocal
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Far Distance they came
Hair like the sun
with Skin like sand
Different Yet so common....
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Murky waves weaving the beach
Black Sand, Black Clouds
Decayed leaves fading wraps
Scatted, awaits a gaze
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The beats of the drum
The tinkling of the bell
There is chanting
There is some movement
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Life is an Ocean

as waves
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Men Oh Men
How beautiful they are
Broad shoulders like warriors
Strong arms to lift any
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The sun rose with rays of your voice
Standing tall over the street
Wanting to move faster
Waiting to rise over Atlantic
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To Love someone
Is not with words
Is not with gifts
Is not to move mountains
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Air is still
Trees are poised
Just the Moon bragging its Curve
Some thoughts Dancing away …
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