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5.9k · Mar 2016
I AM TIRED
Moarabi Mar 2016
I am tired, really tired...
I am tired of my talents not being recognized
I am tired of constantly proving myself
I am tired of being disabled

I am so tired...
Tired of not belonging
Tired of being invisible
Tired of being worthless

I am very, very tired...
I am tired of exchanging fake smiles
I am tired of meaningless conversations
I am tired of appearing dumb so as to get help

I am just tired...
Tired of being useless
Tired of failing
Tired of not dreaming

I am extremely tired...
I am tired of being apologetic
I am tired of being left out
I am tired of being ugly

What I am I saying?
What am I really tired of?
Why am I tired?

I am tired...
Tired of being speechless
Tired of being powerless
Tired of being afraid

In fact, I am broken down...
Broken down by being black
Broken down by being African
Broken down by being primitive
1.8k · Apr 2016
You Are Nothing...
Moarabi Apr 2016
Some dreams are significant
Some dreams are just fantasies
Some dreams are useless
Some dreams are idiotic

Dreams can make you unique
Dreams can be your drive
Dreams can help you develop a vision
Dreams can make you a dynamic person

We all dream so you are not unique
You can sing and you dream to be star,
You are smart and you dream to work at Microsoft,
You have access to money and want to open another Google,
guess what???
You are not unique.

You must resist and transform structures
You must claim responsibility
You must produce knowledge
You must move through space and cause disruptions
You must affect people by induction

If you become normal then you don't exist
To exist there must be exceptionalism
The normal have no history
The normal have no memory
You are nothing...
This is a poem about uniqueness, dreams and existence.
714 · Apr 2016
CHOICES...
Moarabi Apr 2016
I am confused
Major life choices
I have to decide
Actually, just two choices
One minute one feels right
The next it is the wrong choice
What if,
I decided to leave the right choice
But then,
what if it is the wrong choice

What is right anyway?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Yes.
Then why make a choice?
I don't know.
So, I just need to keep on moving...
340 · Mar 2018
Dear Mr Predator
Moarabi Mar 2018
What is wrong with you?
Are you a ******?
Have you ever made out with a guy before?
Who said this should mean anything?
Why do you idolise *** so much?
Maybe you never had one as good as me, why don't you let me?
Why are you saying no? I don't understand.
All I need is for you to say yes.

I have heard of your type,
The type that baits it's prey
The type that does not understand the meaning of no
The type that has no respect for the other
The type that has no respect for themselves
The type that no sense of shame or embarrassment
The cunning type, you just never see it coming

You made me feel less of a woman
You made me lose my self confidence
You made me conscious of my body
You gave me the ability to cringe at the sight of men
You taught me to fear
You broke my psyche

I must give it to you, you are good!
You managed to ******* me
NO drugs, NO sedatives, just your words
I felt the need to validate myself to you
The need to please you

I never thought I would meet you
I thought you lived on TV and Facebook posts
That you were not real
But you were around me all this time

How do you feel? Good?
Well, I feel like crap
I feel used

Was that your goal?
Well, you succeeded!

Congratulations Mr Predator!

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