Posts Tagged ‘beauty’
Newborn Baby Tears for My Old Self
Posted by: Farah on: October 2, 2009
sometimes i still cry for the old me
and i feel guilty cuz
the new me is
happy.
but i miss the old me’s extremes–
blind faith and concrete
black and white ideals
until evil jet black pushed into petrified pink
surprisingly, painfully.
suffering isn’t ideal.
neither are tears and grief
for a version of myself
mummified by cries that came so often
that when tears ran out,
a [...]
Accidental Epiphany
Posted by: Farah on: August 3, 2009
on a sunny summer day
at one of my lowest points,
i walked alongside a river
and casually considered jumping in
as a way to end my pain.
i stopped moving for a moment
and took notice of the beauty
that coursed through everything around me.
the water danced in ripples back and forth,
and in it, ducks swam.
they were so precious and [...]
The Beauty of Now
Posted by: Farah on: February 27, 2009
- In: poetry
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regardless of how things might end up,
i’m thankful for now;
for my smile and the awakening
in my soul and body,
body and soul;
for jazz tones traveling up my spine
and dancing out of my mouth
through colorful, raucous laughter.
the world becomes pink and blue
as energy mingles together
in a soft purple violet
thriving, but
needing to be watered.
Still Born
Posted by: Farah on: February 16, 2009
i feel frozen,
hard to do anything,
not justified in joy,
stuck in anxiety,
crying while running
because there is no time for stopping.
my mother,
example of strength,
template for beauty,
example of generosity,
standard of selflessness,
feeling of family,
antidote for insanity
is struggling.
my soul is still connected
by an invisible umbilical cord
feeding me medication and hope
and faith and pain
and they course through my veins
as i try [...]
If This Is
Posted by: Farah on: January 20, 2009
beauty meets tears
and invites them to a dance with steps
only memorized by the magnificent.
if this is history,
then i wonder what tomorrow will feel like.
if this is reality,
then how peaceful will my dreams be
when i close my eyes tonight?
if this is joy,
then i cannot wait to experience love.
the thought of it gives me goosebumps and fear
because [...]
You Ruined Nature
Posted by: Farah on: November 18, 2008
you ruined nature for me.
when we met,
it was the beginning of spring
when the rain smelled sweet
and the daytime breeze was something else…
i released breath with the same synchronicity
as the sun beaming and the birds singing.
and then when it was storming!
no one sent me a warning
that mother nature would be raped.
months later, as the leaves change [...]
Video of Me Performing “Exotic Beauty”
Posted by: Farah on: November 8, 2008
Hi everyone! Here is another video of me performing. This is my poem, “Exotic Beauty” (click here to read the poem) at an event in Washington, D.C. I did last week called “Women, Words, and Power!” (done in association with The Essential Theatre). I was one of nine female spoken word artists who performed.
I’ll warn [...]
The Life of a Foreigner
Posted by: Farah on: October 26, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
i look at what is beautiful
(supposedly)
and honestly find it
creepy.
is there something wrong with me?
perhaps i see from different eyes,
pick up in my pupils
objects unseen by the blind
yet i am visually impaired
with images people claim to be here.
i hear, “this is art”
and think, “how stupid.”
they say, “this is ridiculous”
and i respond, “how moving.”
i am brought to [...]
Flower Power
Posted by: Farah on: October 8, 2008
i have to love life
because it slips away every day.
there’s no time to be angry at my existence
when each day i awake
a day closer to death.
i am a budding flower.
i was tight with my fulfillment at the beginning,
played everything too close to the chest
and cried over my thorns.
but as my petals unfold
and i become more [...]
This Big Ol’ Booty of Mine
Posted by: Farah on: September 30, 2008
- In: poetry
- 6 Comments
upheld fists in the air no longer capture
all of what is me.
my booty holds the power
in this butt-clenching society.
in a world that is straight and narrow,
my backside is characterized by curves.
it stays full even when i am empty,
keeps me conscious of what’s behind me
as i move forward.
this big ol’ booty of mine,
a source of self-consciousness [...]
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