Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris


as much as i hate to admit it,
i grew.
i’m funnier,
more dynamic,
more present,
less scared,
more me.
more honest too.
did i perhaps get more…
(whatever that means)

i am still not sure
what courage really is.
is it standing up for what you believe in
even if it’s an unpopular decision?
or is it picking self over others
even when pain is guaranteed?
is it refusing to be a slave to inaction?
maybe it’s all of those
rolled into a confusing ball of life’s questions
that remain unanswered, only debated
by people who like the sounds of their own voices
more than listening to dissenting opinions
or truth.

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