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Poetic Aspirin to an Aching Soul Has grief ever choked you and made you an island of despair, crushed your bones to powder and snuffe..

The boy that bought you flowers yesterday now carries your father's head in his bloody hands muttering the prayers of hallowed purgery while you ru..

Reminiscing on the idea of the single story

Bear with me, when my tired bones refuse to dance to the youthful tune of restless rage, when age leaves me caged in deathly glass-transparent p..

The talkative scars on Grand pa's face rap on even in the night when blankets become seductresses and my ears write letters of fatigue. When h..

Let me tell you something: a few years from now, you will wake up to find the sun's claws digging deep beneath the volatile beauty of your skin, ..

I hate French, Too many wasted letters therein, I detest English Too many borrowed words it has, Oh! I loathe Chinese too, It is Greek to me! Le..

I search for you between lyrics of songs engraved into the memories of every lovelorn heart by fires of loneliness. I search for you in the d..

IN THIS TOWN Yesterday was just like every other day, The bombs sang, And body parts spread far apart to give room to dance Our sisters' twin leg..

They call me black but the leathery coat of my flesh is a marriage of hazelnut brown and holy good-natured resilience, my teeth is a bodily incar..