Posts Tagged ‘dance’
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 [...]
Fake Lovers
Posted by: Farah on: December 30, 2008
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
we are fake lovers,
spinning on a broken record
that’s our jam
that causes us to dance
when we jump out of our crazy,
lonely lives to listen
to each other breathe into phone receivers
and wish for more.
we had more, baby.
we were Bonnie and Clyde
speeding down a highway
where reality chased
and there was no damn way
we were stepping on the brakes.
we were [...]
December Showers
Posted by: Farah on: December 2, 2008
even though it’s cold outside,
i crave spring-time love.
not out of necessity,
but the pure, simple complexity:
energy rushing through the beats in my chest
and spreading to an extra sway in my hips
and curve in my smile
and spark in my eye.
even though my skin is now dry,
i feel like sticky pre-summer nights that never end,
where the sky stays [...]
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 Naked Truth
Posted by: Farah on: October 15, 2008
naked as the day i was born,
i am alone.
there is no one to touch and play
and most times when i’m clothed i say
that this is ok.
but as i lay in my cotton sheets in the buff,
i know that my solitary existence is not enough.
i feel like doing a dance,
not one i can do all by [...]
Binah
Posted by: Farah on: August 21, 2008
i live vicariously through her
body–
twisting smoothly
freely,
without the burdens I carry.
she carries
control
as she moves her limbs
in bare skin,
open soul,
light heart,
naked
as the day she was born
but…grown,
matured to a point where she’s
soul months away
from being confidence years old
in a world where age has no
meaning.
movement
is her expression,
but what is mine?
what sequence of bodily actions
can i do to be free [...]
Club Confessions
Posted by: Farah on: August 4, 2008
we are the zombies.
we come alive at night.
we are invisible men and women during the day,
but as darkness falls, we get carried away.
we come out dressed in our best,
hoping to locate the missing piece of our puzzle of unrest.
we are zombies
searching for fun,
reaching for fulfillment,
doing the thriller dance on the floor,
allowing our bodies and minds [...]
Pain Away (Revised 7-29-08)
Posted by: Farah on: July 29, 2008
i feel like i can write this pain away—
i can’t speak it away,
just speak
it,
but somehow the idea of
words on a page
and letters on a screen
transfer my screams and frustration
and tears
into dreams.
i wonder if i can move this pain away—
not in a box, but jostle the anguish out
as i shake my buttocks,
as my hips rock,
maybe the [...]
Hapless Heart
Posted by: Farah on: July 14, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
i feel like i set myself up
like i get my hopes up
for a specific person only to be let
down
by standards they didn’t even know
existed.
my heart is tattooed on my wrists
so that with every exchange,
a new person gets a glance and
no matter how often i try to
wear long sleeves
to hide the tops of my hands,
the ink [...]
Juneteenth
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written June 19, 2008*
we free…
we don’t have to stand or fight,
just live it up,
smoke it up,
drink it up,
sex it up,
but don’t forget to
wrap it up,
rap it up,
two step and snap it up,
tote gats and lock it up,
sell snow white on the block it up,
serve time it up,
booty pop it up,
become young moms and pops it [...]
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