TRUMP, PLEASE STAY AWAY
GOP CANDIDATES SAY
GO ELSEWHERE AND PLAY
It seems she walked away in disbelief
It seems she was interrogated and never to return
It seems she was in a mysterious world, only fear smile
It seems she was tortured for decades, unceased
It seems she had enough, thirsty eyes tearing teen organs
It seems she is already known victim, preaching forever wounds
It seems she is always at a corner crying, accusing life
Anger-fueled words flare out of his mouth
like blue flames
I can feel the energy darken and turn cold
I sit silently
keeping my eyes locked downward,
absorbing every atom of hatred
that forms the sharp sounds being emitted.
I try not to show how uncomfortable I am
instead, I stare at the hypnotic,
damaging radiation waves
bellowing invisibly from the light of my phone screen,
pretending not to be affected by the unnecessary
vulgarities spouting from his ego.
in less than an instant,
the vibes go from comfortably chill
to anxiously wishing I was anywhere
but in this passenger seat.
every sentence carves a new scar
into my already damaged soul
as my brain categorizes each word
where it rightfully belongs.
I’m grateful for my oversized sunglasses
that hide my wincing eyes—
until I catch him looking sideways at me.
I solemnly mutter something about it being rush hour,
trying to become as small as my body will let me be.
I hope it seems like I’m too engulfed
in whatever stupid game I'm playing
to notice the short-fused flip-outs
that now happen every single time
we're in the car.
I like the color yellow
why
i like old cars
you cant
I love the sun
I hate it
I love cold weather
I hate cold weather
why do you hate
why do you sit there and negative
when you can positive
why are you dark
when you can light
when the world says turn
why do you stand still
One drop fell from an eye, and walls are still hurting
Maybe? History will outpour sympathy upon us
In this era, we journey with uncontrolled turmoil
Deteriorating, already sabotage faces, whipped with nightmares
Parading in our village, encroaching marriage bed of colorant village headmen
Swimming with bellies, anticipating our own fingers to massage them
Singing ‘can’t get enough’, budding in seconds territory of riches
Still, we stand tall for them
Like smiling citizens, admiring to fight for free
Truth? Even running water came to rebuke the abundance corruption in our warm village
It is something more, maybe of the depths? Maybe we lost it?
Blurred it out, foots in dusty rallies
Confusing thousands, with uncertain rhythms
Like shadows terrified through the picture
She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
Red
Dark red
For years all locked up in a cage
Never even looked at
Fear of what it could do
What it could do if I ever let it out
The key hidden away so deep it was almost forgotten
Buried in the hopes of locking the red away forever
Full of fear that the thick black bars were the only things holding the swirling red back
Then suddenly an interruption let slip some of it
A little red appeared on someone else's behalf
The injustice done turned an unexpected key
Their wound tore open a scar of mine
More and more drops of red escaped imprisonment
Some big, some small, but I'm still standing
Bursts of energy with nowhere to go
Can it be used for good?
Righteous red with aim denied
Old pains resurfacing
Can the forbidden colour help change the now?
Should it even be forbidden?
Red
Dark red
Not what it was feared to be
But powerful nonetheless
JUST ONE MONTH AWAY
TRUMP TRYING TO SAVE THE DAY
TO MAKE THE DEMS PAY
You think you see me,
but you don't.
You see the mask I put on,
but not me,
not the real me.
You say I don't wear a mask,
that you would know if I did,
but you don't know me!
You don't see me!
And how I struggle in the world,
in conversations,
in gestures.
You don't see me,
pretend to be someone I am not.
You don't see me,
imitate your language,
your faces
your interactions,
your signals,
your cues,
your words!
You don't see me!
You think I am blind to the frost at my feet,
Or the price of the wine that they find so sweet.
You claim you were sacrificed into the dark,
While I wore the velvet and carried the spark.
But sister, look down at the dirt on my knees—
I bargained with ghosts while you slaughtered the trees.
You speak of the butcher, the blood on the thread,
As if you alone bore the weight of the dead.
I smiled for the kingdom to keep them from dread,
While bleeding inside from the harsh words you said.
You chose to be iron, you chose to be knife,
While I carried the crushing burden of life.
I begged for your shadow, I reached for your hand,
Before you laid waste to our father’s cold land.
You call it protection, this poison you pour,
But you built a prison and locked up the door.
You made yourself monster so no one could touch
The girl who was broken by loving too much.
So let the leaves wither, let October turn gray,
I will not bow down to the ruin you made.
We are twin branches, yes, twisted and torn,
Sharing the root where the venom was born.
You chose the darkness, but do not pretend—
It was your own hand that authored this end.
You come into my dreams
Standing there slightly judging
Please go and leave me alone
Your sadness penetrates my life
Thoughts and memories
Come rushing back
I wake up in a cold sweat
Only to realize that you aren't here
Let me live my life in peace
I have suffered long enough
I still see your smirk
And the quiet commanding voice
That leaves me no choice
You are no longer here so please go
I have paid the price of your death
Picked up the pieces of your sadness
Scattered all over the house that I left
Ran away and never looked back
Thought you would leave me in peace
What do you want from me
I have a new life without you
Let me heal please...
Jennifer
He wore a smile as smooth
as Glass
While promises slipped
through like Class
His words were honey,
sweet and Bright
But hid the shadows in the
Night
He kept two names inside
his Heart
And gave his vows to
someone Apart
The house was warm, the
air was Still
Yet every corner felt so
Chill
I traced the lies along the
Wall
And watched the vows
begin to Fall
Now silence answers when I
Call
And I am learning to stand
Tall
She noticed her son flinched at her touch
Mommy, why does Daddy yell so much?
Your father works hard for us, and his days are long
But he yells all the time – what did I do wrong?
We need to try hard not to make him mad today
Okay, Mommy, I'll try really, really hard, and I’ll pray
Flavours of grey, brown,
and green.
Heavy , thick cottons
hanging by threat
of lightning,
waiting calmly
before an incredible
downpour and
thunderstorms.
As it sweeps through
cracks and soil,
covering every
pitfall.
Careful car rides
through roads,
not wanting to be part
of mechanical disaster.
Scent of wet mud,
a sign from afar,
and afterward,
leftover effect.
Doesn’t know between
city and empty lands
as wind passes through.
But dust moves free
in the emptiness
of no tree or homes,
rises high and,
like a crazy predator ,
sinks its teeth
into every surface,
covering all.
And allergy and
cleaning floors
are its aftereffect.
Dew-covered,
lush leaves
are better than
humans’ case .
As roots drink like
a thirsty man in desert,
or the chore of bringing
fresh bread from
bakery in mid-afternoon.
No Halloween celebration,
but cleaning companies.
No pumpkins,
but dust and storms.
Yet we love it all—
our motherland,
Sudan .
There was a time when happiness
seemed to me the only way of life.
Summer seemed to last forever
as if freedom had been served to me
on a big beautiful silver platter.
Youth was timeless and grand
with rainbows forever adorning the skies.
Whatever went wrong?
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