fathimavalliyangal - Hello Poetry

One dog pitying the other Under the night sun How dare they trap Laughter inside slaughter One dog watching the other Walk nonsensically Unbound by his rat trap How dare they scrape The paint off the canvas? One dog laughing at the other As he jumps into the waters With stones drooling in his mouth How dare they inject drugs into our systems And call our cries hysterics? One dog burying the other How dare they sit in their echo chambers And call us wayward How dare they watch One dog’s laughter before his slaughter How dare they Call it justice?

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Nov 23, 2025

Nov 23, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC

The Dog's Theatre

One dog pitying the other Under the night sun How dare they trap Laughter inside slaughter One dog watching the other Walk nonsensically Unbound by his rat trap How dare they scrape The paint off the canvas? One dog laughing at the other As he jumps into the waters With stones drooling in his mouth How dare they inject drugs into our systems And call our cries hysterics? One dog burying the other How dare they sit in their echo chambers And call us wayward How dare they watch One dog’s laughter before his slaughter How dare they Call it justice?

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How many days In a month Do you remember his legs Brushing across your thighs When you never asked for it? Do you remember the smile On his hands When he pulled down your shirt When you never asked for it? Do you remember never uttering A word out in a place full of strangers So you pretend to be asleep As he dips into your body Like a mirage he’s never seen before When you never asked for it? Do you remember the sweet talk Afterward How he acts like nothing happened Earlier Like a clean slate Do you remember running away From a room that would’ve killed you Miles and miles away When did I ever ask for it? ‘Human dignity is stripped away When it’s most vulnerable’ My body is painted with vulnerability So it let itself be latched out and used Over and over again You lie down and let it all happen Until One day you’ll find him on the street And rush the blood to his head Sew his hands together So that they can never smile again Only I can.

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Jul 9, 2025

Jul 9, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC

The Sewing

How many days In a month Do you remember his legs Brushing across your thighs When you never asked for it? Do you remember the smile On his hands When he pulled down your shirt When you never asked for it? Do you remember never uttering A word out in a place full of strangers So you pretend to be asleep As he dips into your body Like a mirage he’s never seen before When you never asked for it? Do you remember the sweet talk Afterward How he acts like nothing happened Earlier Like a clean slate Do you remember running away From a room that would’ve killed you Miles and miles away When did I ever ask for it? ‘Human dignity is stripped away When it’s most vulnerable’ My body is painted with vulnerability So it let itself be latched out and used Over and over again You lie down and let it all happen Until One day you’ll find him on the street And rush the blood to his head Sew his hands together So that they can never smile again Only I can.

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I always tell three truths And one lie Or is it three lies And one truth? The doctor said People like me Can never be trusted Everything they say is a white lie The nurses said I don’t believe you As I swore I couldn’t breathe Choked and fell down My old medical record Called me Histrionic Manipulative Narcissistic So lock us up Won’t you? Tie us to our hospital beds Inject us Lobotomize us Electrocute us Put us in rooms That kills us inside and out Scream at us Call us pathetic ***** Who aren’t like the rest of humanity And can never be ‘normal’ Only call us by our names When we have to take our Medications Medications that Shut you up for good Makes the world rush in waves While your speech becomes slow And slurred And when you’re done with us After you **** us inside and out You can discard our dead bodies in our homes Where everyone truly believes we are “Cured” And your shadows watch us From the corners Making sure we are Always silent But I never will be I was always taught to fight back.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC

The Abnormal

I always tell three truths And one lie Or is it three lies And one truth? The doctor said People like me Can never be trusted Everything they say is a white lie The nurses said I don’t believe you As I swore I couldn’t breathe Choked and fell down My old medical record Called me Histrionic Manipulative Narcissistic So lock us up Won’t you? Tie us to our hospital beds Inject us Lobotomize us Electrocute us Put us in rooms That kills us inside and out Scream at us Call us pathetic ***** Who aren’t like the rest of humanity And can never be ‘normal’ Only call us by our names When we have to take our Medications Medications that Shut you up for good Makes the world rush in waves While your speech becomes slow And slurred And when you’re done with us After you **** us inside and out You can discard our dead bodies in our homes Where everyone truly believes we are “Cured” And your shadows watch us From the corners Making sure we are Always silent But I never will be I was always taught to fight back.

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Mimic the voices of the dead And watch me come alive Every time I am Devi’s version of Draupadi I laugh in the face of oppression First, I let them stab and crush me With a calm face I let them purge my blood out Like rubber from trees I let my bruised hands and legs Shine like trophies Then I mock Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition Passed down like a river I mock Them all I laugh while my ******* dangle Emptily I let their ego burn down Ferociously And even when I’m buried I will laugh my heart out from the grave And my mockery will haunt humanity For centuries And my dried blood On your skin Will never fade I am immortal Even in the grave I speak.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC

The Immortal

Mimic the voices of the dead And watch me come alive Every time I am Devi’s version of Draupadi I laugh in the face of oppression First, I let them stab and crush me With a calm face I let them purge my blood out Like rubber from trees I let my bruised hands and legs Shine like trophies Then I mock Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition Passed down like a river I mock Them all I laugh while my ******* dangle Emptily I let their ego burn down Ferociously And even when I’m buried I will laugh my heart out from the grave And my mockery will haunt humanity For centuries And my dried blood On your skin Will never fade I am immortal Even in the grave I speak.

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I stand by the river Then strip off my flesh Place it neatly by the trees So the mud can digest it For their fruitful ambitions Then I slip down to the river My bones soak in The air, the wind, the land The flesh waits as it gets eaten By the worms I watch it all And shout “Leave no crumbs behind, please!” Then the water enters my skull The wind takes in each bone And kisses it bit by bit Breathing it And I believe I have tasted Freedom.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC

The Stripping

I stand by the river Then strip off my flesh Place it neatly by the trees So the mud can digest it For their fruitful ambitions Then I slip down to the river My bones soak in The air, the wind, the land The flesh waits as it gets eaten By the worms I watch it all And shout “Leave no crumbs behind, please!” Then the water enters my skull The wind takes in each bone And kisses it bit by bit Breathing it And I believe I have tasted Freedom.

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When the Red Death held sway over us all There is no pain There is no remorse for life Only blood flowing down lucidly And don’t you see? The blood is my haven And I seek refuge in it Every time When he jumps off the 13th floor Does he feel the wind Freeing him Or does he see blood oozing out As his flesh slumps in it Like a sleeping infant? And he seeks refuge in it Every time When he cut his ear Did the blood rush to his head Or hands first? Did he pour it into a cup Or let it speak lazily? Do you bathe in the very blood That forms you Or eat yellow paint instead, Van Gogh style? Do you let the waves brush you Or build another door That doesn’t tower over you? Do you let the shadows watch you Or do you sip your drink And wait for all your hallucinations To come alive? And don’t you see? The blood is my haven And I seek refuge in it Every time

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC

The Blood

When the Red Death held sway over us all There is no pain There is no remorse for life Only blood flowing down lucidly And don’t you see? The blood is my haven And I seek refuge in it Every time When he jumps off the 13th floor Does he feel the wind Freeing him Or does he see blood oozing out As his flesh slumps in it Like a sleeping infant? And he seeks refuge in it Every time When he cut his ear Did the blood rush to his head Or hands first? Did he pour it into a cup Or let it speak lazily? Do you bathe in the very blood That forms you Or eat yellow paint instead, Van Gogh style? Do you let the waves brush you Or build another door That doesn’t tower over you? Do you let the shadows watch you Or do you sip your drink And wait for all your hallucinations To come alive? And don’t you see? The blood is my haven And I seek refuge in it Every time

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