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 May 2020
LN
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.

Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.
 May 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
A great past is never a pre-requisite for a great future.
 May 2020
Onoma
a serenade

in and of itself

is the melody

of a saint.

so in love with

the unrequited--

that there is a heart

for every note.
 May 2020
Imran Islam
O Lord, O my God, I praise You
and I always will,
I have bowed to You
Just protect me from the devil!

On the last day of my life
I ask you to stay in my heart
and make me feel fear
of your immortal power!

Please forgive all of my sins
that I had already done.
God, You are only one
who can save all of my kins.

God, we love you more than others
'Cause You have given us our lives.
God, make me happy always
and take away my sadness.

I wouldn't make myself cry again
Lord, give me some solace
and cure all my pain
with Your mercy and kindness!
BE
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 May 2020
jordan
i carry many telltale scars
but the deepest of them all
lies at my dead center
a permanent reminder of
the lost connection with
my mother
 May 2020
Onoma
every time

you think again,

a sweet nothing

tries to name you.

your name beckons

The Self, spat on with

a conjuring tongue.

versing words that

repeat on themselves.

till you're no longer in

the way of meaning.
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