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 Apr 2020 Sanaa
Poet X
I haven’t written in weeks
but you’re on my mind
I can’t keep
my pen from paper .
 Sep 2019 Sanaa
Poet X
I swear I’m not a love poet but

loving you
makes me scared of dying .

I know what it’s all about now,
I get why the sun rises
and the moon sets.
I understand why the stars shine
and the birds chirp.
I get why the heart beats
and the lungs breathe.

I get it now,
why I’m alive.
loving you is the only thing I feel good at .
 Jul 2019 Sanaa
Maya Angelou
They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
The hollers
rise up and spill
over any way they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best and the worst
of remembering.
Saliva glistens in
the corners of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their laps
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life for happening
to them.
 Jul 2019 Sanaa
Poet X
i imagine the only time
these fingertips have nothing left to say,
is when a heartbeat no longer carries them .

not even then .
 Jul 2019 Sanaa
Poet X
many preach of being immortal as a cure,
but i see no greater curse
than living--
not even living;
simply existing
until the Earth itself
takes its' eternal rest .
i have never been afraid of death anyway.

— The End —