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A Poem

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Written during The Flood Crises in Jeddah


Favoritism is obscene
There was no defense
Until in my terrain
It revealed
The indication of care
To preclude my essence
From its fundamental nature to dare

Provoke me
For I am
To swear

Give revolution acclaim
Audacity to amend
And make fair
Delearn the facts
For Silence makes war
And words serve peace 
Who claimed I am not to fail!


The crude pity you, who deem civilization is measured by the peek of its buildings
For it will disintegrate 
And divulge your naked truth
Made of obnoxious mold
Fragile not rare
To not bare
Once more
Sexism & despair

What is the color of your blood?
You are a target if you are fair (in Middle Eastern context)
You are much hunted with long hair
You are an “it” if a black tradition wraps your femininity


Fascism: with you, I guarantee a dictator 
Liberalism: I shall seek balance, because you represent not what’s on my television’s screen.
Dogma: Because of you, my youth is blind, because of you, my land I won’t find.
Faith: With your existence, faithlessness occurs and betrayal strikes the delicate and the rough.
Humanity: for you are made inclusive, with or without a religion all through the human pace.
Lean a little bit to the left 
A little to the right
Adjust your smile
And take a photo beside my work
For your sin is to be unrecognized
Between a crowd of photogenic others
To have or to be
I live to tell a tale
I shall be



The Strongest Area in a Home is its Welcoming Door!

Jeddah, December 2012




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