Intertwined Authenticity Poem by Rahma Khalid

Whomever they are,

They'd make the assumptions of mere depression

Presumably, I would've made the same mistake

Yet, it is a path of pursuing a question

A sheer wondering of if I were genuinely profound

Or made up of a self tutoring session

Am I paving roads out of a deadlined faith

Or am I knocking on a live heart and deeping in

Frankly, I am not sure if I want it to be answered

I type it away for the sake of my own stillness of confusion

I found you carrying the bag of uncertainties as well

Having resentment and appreciation in one expression

Mixed confessions, taboos and penances announced;

You were another malicious entity sent from heaven

Too anathematicly identical to let you leave

And too much of an emotion to let you state a repression

You are repeated and examined and interrogated by my mind

The road you've paved in is on a constant progression

The question, my question, what have you done to it?

You brought your unwelcomed pests on succession

As if you were a dwarf violating a planet's peaceful privacy

And then leaving scientists in a hustle of accusations

Are we or are we not?

Do we resemble a one world or a part of this misimpression?