I was angry with myself
for never understanding when it is time to put hope to rest
for never knowing what love was and allowing you to define it
after a while, you learn that people are allowed to leave you
it hurts, the way endings always do
but begging them to stay hurts more
and you learn
you learn to see in yourself what you wanted them to
you learn to lift your roots from their heart and plant them beneath your own
you learn the subtle difference between infatuation and commitment
you learn you could swallow the person you love whole and you still couldn’t keep them forever
because loving someone does not guarantee they will love you back
I know lately it feels like no one really cares if you’re coming or going
this is the time to fall in love with your solace
انت تمر عبر عروقي
الماء يمر عبر الدفق
انت منحت حياتي ...
الكحل يعرف عيني
I love you..
You run through my veins
The water runs through stream
You give my life...
Like the kohl defines my eyes
My first attempt at writing a peom in Arabic.... The most beautiful language in the world... So why not :)
To define a woman,
it needs more than just words
For their true nature is beyond thoughts
So, a woman is more than just who or what.
If through a woman was everyone brought
So not to say naught,
Till we forever find a better word
A woman is synonymous with the word "world"
—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
sometimes there are
these perfect little
i believe that these
moments are what
defines who we are
I refuse to be imprisoned by them;
Formed in a spring of meaning
Sculpted, sanded and smoothed
In the oppressive surf of banality.
Woman. Wife. Mother.
Genius. Fat. Beautiful.
I won’t let them
Bend me at the waist
Bow my head
Contort my arms
Instead I return to the spring
Color, one word, thousands of references
It is an illusion, science perhaps may explain it
But people have utterly transformed its definition over the past decades
Is it pride? Is it wealth you carry within you once you are born precious yet so fragile?
Define it for me
Release the inner load of prejudiced assumptions
Passed down from generation to generation
Do not be afraid to speak your mind
For you are enlightening me
Go on, define it for me
Red, orange, blue and green
Purple, pink, white and colors we've already seen
Came in touch with, and accepted for what they seem
Whom we do not hesitate adoring, whilst waiting for what more of them there is to see
Colors, beautiful bundles of joy
Billions of them undiscovered
Yet willing to view
And yet unwilling to embrace one another solely because our skin tone is a shade darker, or a shade lighter?
I'm sorry, I thought we loved the thought of not having to unlock our gates to gardens full of plain, dark pigmented red roses
There's got to be the lighter pigmented ones and the yet to blossom ones
The ones that are yet to be labeled
By humanity's impaired vision