Pearls From Pain

Posts Tagged ‘identity

Battle of the Sexes

Posted by: Farah on: February 6, 2009

hardened as i may try to be,
i can’t run away from the fact
that i am in fact,
a woman.
i am strong without a doubt,
able to do whatever i set my mind to,
but inside i am soft as tissue,
sensitive like scarred skin,
delicate as seraphim and cherubim
and spend my energy cherishing
everyone around me.
sometimes the weather gets cloudy
and i [...]

Me Chaser

Posted by: Farah on: February 4, 2009

like lost keys,
as soon as i stopped looking,
i breathed
and found me.
always thinking i was scattered,
i searched under pillow cushions and dark corners,
in the bottom of wine glasses and backs of refrigerators,
Googled my full name a thousand times
looking for a sign to point me
in the direction of my identity;
have even spent hours in front of the [...]

Little Girl, Big Shoes

Posted by: Farah on: December 21, 2008

i feel like a fake adult,
like how i did when i was a little girl
and put on daddy’s shoes and flopped around
trying to fill them,
but grateful that i was too small
to make them fit.
now i’m tired of this,
ungrateful for being so tight with my youth
that people think we’re best friends who refuse
to separate.
i am the [...]

Why I Do It

Posted by: Farah on: December 12, 2008

i do it because
i have lives inside of me
that would commit suicide if they couldn’t get out.
their stories scream out whenever i come out from backstage
and the stage is a second home
that i don’t get to visit all the time,
but every time i have a chance to come back,
the space is all mine.
i do it [...]

A or B?

Posted by: Farah on: November 28, 2008

my dear, well-defined friend asked me
if i was A or B
and i laughed softly,
trying to find a way to explain
that i am neither of the rough-edged two
but if i had to choose,
i would be the the X that is barely used
at the beginning of sentences.
definitions are sentences–
mandatory minimums that require us to stay
locked in the [...]

I’d Like to Propose a Toast

Posted by: Farah on: November 12, 2008

this goes out to
respectful gestures and silly conversation
and innocent flirtation
that tickles my smile and soul
without fingers.
words permeate the room reminding me of who
i am, the bare minimum
(or “essence” as i like to call it in artist-speak).
i feel like once again i am finding myself,
naked from being stripped
from falsehood of contrived personality
and feeling free from releasing
what [...]

Into Me

Posted by: Farah on: October 16, 2008

he’s just not that into me
or maybe
i’m just not that into me.
i invest in the exterior,
keep up images and expectations,
but when it comes to treating my inside,
i’m deaf, dumb, and blind.
i am spiritually numb,
which back in the day would have bothered me
but recently more often than not
i shrug it off–i’m way too busy.
i stand on [...]

This Big Ol’ Booty of Mine

Posted by: Farah on: September 30, 2008

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 [...]

Intervention

Posted by: Farah on: September 2, 2008

little kitten,
come join us in a house that is warm.
come out of the cold
where your fur stands on end,
where you walk in circles that don’t end.
here there are no confusing curves but straight edges,
corners so that you don’t have to stay in the same space
forever.
outside can be deceiving.
sometimes freedom isn’t without but within,
so come on [...]

The Diameter

Posted by: Farah on: August 27, 2008

in the circle of life
i hear whispered tones of the past
bumping into the waves of the future.
the breeze blows along the water
that makes up my system
while being expelled out of my eyes.
all is spherical,
parabolic,
hyperbolic
with the equation being to find
the meaning of i.


Top Posts

  • None

Farah’s Twitter