releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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Isn’t it strange?How a simple name said upon a strangers lips,The enunciation, the rounded way of speaking,How the Arabic and Urdu of a tongue can morph the poetry that leaves mouths?This morning made me time travel,Took me off my feet, and into a space of fantasy,Drifted me to the days when you, Daddy, would ask […]