Posts Tagged ‘skin’
Wet Feet
Posted by: Farah on: March 16, 2009
- In: poetry
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new touch with an old face
but fresh feelings.
it’s funny–the old me
was too numb to even know
that these nerves existed,
that i could be myself in my own skin,
that you’d appreciate my blemishes;
that i can lay back and be silly
without false pretenses.
i’ve pretended
that i’m ok with being lonely forever
and the hurt i faced in the past
had me [...]
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 [...]
The Wonder of Touch
Posted by: Farah on: December 11, 2008
- In: poetry
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i run so much that i miss out on touch.
oftentimes, i brush past shoulders of those i know
as to not fully forget
what it feels like when flesh connects.
my sense memory is not enough
to carry me from one day to the next anymore.
my proprioception blinds my perception
so that my sixth sense seeks love by senselessly banging
on [...]
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 [...]
Chocolate Woman
Posted by: Farah on: November 10, 2008
- In: poetry
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he wants to unwrap me like
chocolate,
because my skin reminds him
of a dessert kind of like
Godiva–
luxurious, smooth texture
and expensive enough
that not everyone can afford
the opportunity to touch.
just what is it about me
that causes him to look so longingly?
why does he desire me?
maybe it’s the mystery,
not knowing what surprises lie inside–
if i’m smooth and sticky-sweet like caramel
or [...]
Family Tree
Posted by: Farah on: November 7, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
my green-white-green flag superimposes with
red, white, and blue on
dark brown skin,
white teeth,
shining black eyes filled with pride.
i am a rainbow inside and outside
with clouds that try to block my sight
but i still manage to shine.
my heart beat is drum beats
and every time i move my feet,
i commune with the deepest part of me.
i am a [...]
Incarceration
Posted by: Farah on: October 23, 2008
- In: poetry
- 3 Comments
i desperately want freedom.
i perspire to cool myself off
from the heat of being imprisoned
by mental bars and walls.
the correctional officers are clocks
and the keys on their waists go
tic…toc…tic…toc
as they walk down D-block.
“Who we rep?!”
“Diligence…”
“Who we rep?!”
“Disappointment…”
“Who we rep?!”
“Determination…”
“Who we rep?!”
“Damnation…”
we waste away our youth in jail cells
and tattoo our dreams on ourselves
for days when [...]
How High
Posted by: Farah on: September 30, 2008
on the train,
i glide past tree tops at eye level
and wonder if this
is the highest i’ll ever soar.
i always imagined myself closer to the sun
so that my rich hershey kiss skin
could toast like almonds
while still remaining sweet;
so for once i could feel the air
and rest my tired feet.
in my head when i lay down for [...]
If You Could See
Posted by: Farah on: September 26, 2008
she said she wished she could be me for a day
and i thought, “honey…
if you could see what was really in my heart,
it would break yours.”
i am not who they think i am.
things are not always what they seem
and though i’m not a thing, but a mere human being,
this cliche somehow applies to me.
i grip [...]
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