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Jun 2017
Table talks.
Dining table talks.
How they can burn your bridges just by one word,
No.
Or even just by a look,
The glare.
Oh how rude.

It's all in your head, they say.
You can't do that, they say.
Or they just laughed.
What a way,
To make you feel blue at times when you needed cranes to lift your spooned knees from clattering.

Table talks says that I shouldn't write my life away,
No ones going to care or listen or read to things that I pour anyway,
Table talks told me that why do I have to care so much, whenever i learned or read up on why the other side of the world is crushing.

Dreams, my dimly lit dreams,
Table talks turned it into ashes,
Just by one sitting.
You can't do it.
No.
But you wear the hijab.
They list all the boundaries,
When I say; 'I would..

Table talks,
Turn into them eating another,
And the piece of your heart,
To shatter.
Your newly lit dreams,
To burn.
And you,
To sink.
One way of saying I pretty much hate family dinners.
Amirah Shahari
Written by
Amirah Shahari  15/F/Malaysia
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