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Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
If we started, using

How different would the taste of tongues be
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
When thunder is replaced with the screaming of an unborn child
And clouds choose to rain tears instead

When this dunya becomes a graveyard
And the seven seas give birth to one ocean of death

When the empty stomach of a black coloured men makes for a white supremacist's money bag

And when your lungs are used to carry the ashes of my faithful men

Then don't read to us from tales that greyed out your chest
Read of the walls that collected broken limbs
Read, from heart to chest
Read red to us
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
I fell in love
With His words, His promises, His ways

And I fell, hard
Into sujood

The day I had fallen in love
With Death
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
He's there having patience with you
Maybe you should have patience with others too
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
A lot of men are quick to think that they're loved by everyone just because of one kind soul.

A lot of women are quick to think that they're hated by everyone just because of one sick heart.
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
He finds his soul
In books, overflowing pages
He = Everyone.
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