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Jun 2020 · 45
State of mind
Khadija Ad Jun 2020
They think i'm ******
but i'm not ******
they stole my *****
and my sisters
and my african friends
and DNA.
they ate all my tarab songs
In a day and a night
"Fi youm we leila"
I never tasted the sweetness of love.
Jun 2020 · 171
Khadija Ad Jun 2020
Oh lily my lily
my love machine
my war machine
Life isn't an american movie
we move out when we're 18.
youre trying to recreate history.
And you have to admit it
You wanna make love to me?
Jun 2020 · 54
Khadija Ad Jun 2020
I never watched ****;
She said.
And I don't like watching
Gay people kissing in movies
It's too existential
Like Cubain's music,
Like writing poetry
In an opera house.
Apr 2020 · 193
Beaucoup of acridity
Khadija Ad Apr 2020
You know the effect of halls cough drops on my chest,
Cold, refreshing, and acrid.
This is how I feel about you.
Apr 2020 · 422
If you forget me
Khadija Ad Apr 2020
If you forget me
And forget the hollows
Of my birds,
Don't look for me
Let the oceans burn your emptiness
And your ankle and the air.
Let it be in the middle of October,
The middle of my fragility and yours.
Khadija Ad Apr 2020
She had the morning long songs
And the English happy odes on August.
She almost died young by the sea.
Yet the death was kept in wilderness
Where summer rises and autumn fades
In orb of fears.
O dearest summer of morrow!
Quench the gloomy fire inside me
May you live longer and crown
The throne of life.
Fly, fly, fly
Half seen, half naked in Eden
Use your artless language,
Your sea breeze, your childhood gifts
Dope me, wall me
I am no longer dead.
It was my 55th birthday
And tomorrow is my 69th
No doubt I bring but purity
As a weak nosegay
Writing my history on a blank page
And gazing into the evenings
Like old face of Austin and books.
O bless my celestial sunny hours
Till their minds remember this divine birth.
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
I saw you once, a long time ago
and felt as we met in our lives elsewhere.
I tried to sing but I stuttered
And could noway pronounce the word liberta
As you like people to pronounce it.

I killed all the airs then and sank
In the sounding of your voice.
I was frightened to explore you,
As well as the thousand little nerves
inside my heart.

You were walking on my stanzas
Soundless just as your plastic bags of tobacco
And i was pretending triteness
Telling you about how picasso met Fernand olivier

We were pure as a soft morning breeze
Floating around.
You and I where we came from?
Are we from the murmuring of the mid-sea swell?
Or the wall where scarlet windows burn?

Or hope or calm
Or wisdom of the East!!
Mar 2020 · 644
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
My gender is pink
My gender is blue
My gender is a cravat,
A black cravat
adorned with colourful unicorns.
My gender is a mascara
My gender is black nails
My gender is rupaul's drag race
My gender is a long day at the gym
My gender is hairy legs
And a hammy voice.
My gender is
a girl identifying herself
as a ******* *******
a d*ck
at the middle of night.
Mar 2020 · 62
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
Who I am to light a candle
at the middle of night?
And who you are to blow it out?

I said dance before the evenings grieve,
Dance to the autumn
Dance to yesterday
And begin in me.
Remember me
Remember the light inside me,

And Escape
From quiteness,
From the silence of holy books
From any speechless cleric
Who never tasted the wine of love.
Believe in our sublime beauty
And the flowers blooming in the vase.

Glory, glory, glory
Until the sun rises in the west
And sets in the east,
Until the seas go dry
And Yusuf loses his beauty.
Mar 2020 · 49
About stress
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
You and I,
May have different approaches
Dealing with stress.
I write when I get
I cook eggs
And I call a patsy friend
To reveal my unfaithful
You watch twenty hours
Of tv shows
And **** the ******* marx
But I must say
That your unconsciousness
Is socialist
More than any marxist in the world,
More than the forlorn spiders
On your wall.
Mar 2020 · 45
The ugly spirit
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
Joan vollmer trusted
the game
And trusted
William to fire
At the water tumbler
On her head

She was in love
She didn't know
He aimed to be
a writer.

And he himself
hasn't realised
He lost a beautiful
fertile pigeon
Because of
his philosophy of
Mar 2020 · 62
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
You can't set near a pool
And say that is simple
Like an old shaggy coat.
Or like a blond Spanish teacher
In Ethiopia's simien mountains.

You cant pray and call it
Since the cross never moved
From its place.

Where are the metaphysics?
You're wondering.
And the sea salt.

I think, will flow into spoons
And drown in your mouth.
Mar 2020 · 53
A fragment
Khadija Ad Mar 2020
As I lie down on my m'rtal flames,
All the lights that exist scarcely stand
In the golden sand of morn.

But thou hast brought me sorrow
As aught of doleful birth,
And made me a dim painter.
Whene'er I looked, thy shade still was there;
Sealing the hushed tones of my soul
And dewing my orbs on a grass-stem.

Shalt I be false of heart,
Or shalt I return to my winters cold?
Not so; thou shalt die
And lie in a silent pyramid
Incapable of more unknown, inglorious
Spring of time.
But that thy strain now becomes dull;
I will be true, and make it burn to our desire.

— The End —