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ShininGale Dec 2020
I have been patient with you and the rest of our race,
all I did was to play the role and have a taste.
Taste of being nice and good at times like this, how come
you're mad when it's you whose in fault.

"A little more, a little more, bare and hold it in"
a thing I say to myself when you're clearly guiltless.
You turn your words onto me when it's time to confess,
tell me! is it that hard to know what is 'oppressed'.

I held myself and my fist, even though I'll win.
well, clearly you know and knew it's not my thing.
that's why you limit me with everything.
I was just trying to be nice and you just ended me.

Remember, I'm Older.
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Ain't my intention to spread negativity or what, but have you ever had a 'sib...' who you love and cherish, but at times like you truly see that favorites are the worst. They choose who to follow, they choose who to respect...despite being the same with the older ones. I tried my best always and few times, to be able to be a good person, a better child and the best sister I could be. Never let anyone abuse your good works and hard tries, never let yourself be trapped in guilt when you decide to go and live in peace.

P.S. Pardon me for I think my writing is confusing and mixed up, perhaps I feel like sugar coating things that's why it's harder to explain nor express, maybe I am.
Febronia Ventura Jan 2020
There is something in his smile
            maybe those tiny teeth
                  or just his pink lips

But he got me at Mom
         with his tiny sweet voice
                he was just months old

And I'm needing him daily
       his tiny hand holding mine
               telling me I love you
                
Can you believe me?
        My son, my baby, my life
                My everything, cutie pie

My tiny blessing.
All of a sudden I needed to write this for my youngest son. I love my 3+1 so much, don't get me wrong, I love them equally. But these words came to me thinking about my Jack-Jack.
JAFAR SADIK Sep 2014
I visited in the market
where the pain is selling.
I saw number of poets,
came to possess sufficiently
where displayed number of captivating pains.

Even though, my God,
I couldn't adopt
any pain fitting to me.
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JAFAR SADIK Aug 2014
I shake awake in the sleep…
The invisible dialogues, unable
to distinguish from darkness
vexes me...
I have heard the sob of the horn bill of the freedom
throughout the half broken dreams…
you also may blame me like my mother
that it’s because not pray to God when I go to bed…
For how many ‘freedoms’
I've been kept decorated
in the living room?
the fishes in aquariums
are not the beauty kept in the glass pots
but freedom closed in the glass…
While the fishes argue that
the three quarter of the world has made for them,
looking towards the open canopy of freedom,
the love birds, quibble me from the cages
that what I caged is the word of ‘freedom’ itself.

Doubtlessly, creating Auschwitz cells in living rooms
how can I speak about the freedom?

Having exempted the birds towards canopy of indulgence
the fishes to the sea of the rights,
I went to fly in the freedom of sleep
forgetting to pray to God…
then, I know
the birds from the canopy of indulgence
and the fishes from the sea of the rights,
are praying God for the sake of me…
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