Ramadan Poem | Day 27: Worry Away by Zulikha Idris Babalola
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
PAINTINGS If i could learn how to paint a living soul I could paint one for you Drenched…
On intimate moments of the silent night, the music dances smoothly in the other room, the glitter, staining…
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Inhume Mirror i’ve been pursued by dripping haunts silently & the resources within me are lean in my…
Atonement today, I was scared to death// as I took my bath under a shower// I could see…
Remembrance Have/ I/sold/my/soul/so/cheap// To/ the/spirits// That/devilshed/my/love/ for/ Allah// Have/I/sold/ my/piety/like/the// Valley/sold/its/fertility/to/the hills// Have/I/caused/sickness/to/the// Souls/of/my/brethren// Letting/me/lazy/of/prayer// My/faith/degrading/like/the/rocks// Worn/by/the/agent/of/denudation// My/soul’s/warriors/are/melting//…
You are not a man If you cannot quench your anger with quietness When woman vomits words…
Episode 4 – (THE MUSCULAR STRANGER)
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