"facedness" poems
I am an old dog.
Fur thick from winter nights
Under stars, paws hard from
Scratching at the
Insides of doors.
Sad old eyes see through
Actions and words, reading
Intentions and tendencies.
Biting only to teach
Or carry.
I see the kicks behind your steps.
The nervous punches behind your
Patting.
Invade my space, and I'll make you
A cat person.
I don't have time for your
Self-pity and negative meditations.
Reincarnation has finally granted
Me this simple existence of
Non-illusion.
Picture a leash, and I'll
Never walk at your side.
Free from your two legged
Two-facedness; anything human is
Puppy to me.
Don't try to force me. Or own me.
You'll only fail. You'll always
Fail at taking the animal
Out of the
Animal.
I didn't come this far
To be tame.
I didn't work so hard at not
Needing, to end up begging for
A full bowl.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
**** you, you *******
**** you for being ****** up and not being able to be fixed
and not being able to fix yourself
**** you for representing all the unhealthy relationships in my life
(read: ALL the relationships in my life)
**** you for your two-facedness, for the things that were ****** up then,
for the things that are ****** up now and for
you pretending that it isn’t this way
pretending to be holding the truth
be speaking the truth
be slurring the truth
you are unknowing of the truth
I am not knowing of what’s true
and good,
but you are not it.
So leave, leave, leave, and take her with you,
and pretend as if you have me in your heart
but forget me. Please don’t speak to me.
And don’t cry to me.
And at some point, eat. And at some point, sleep.
Between the meaningless bouts of ******* ******* *******
and pretending to be finding the things
you find meaningful
You haven’t thought about them in a while, have you
I’m angry at you and I’m angrier at myself
But at least I’m proud of myself
Because whatever hurts me now makes me grow
I can handle being alone and learn independence, and it will
be my weapon against you and everyone like you.
I don’t love you. I don’t know what that kind of love is and I hope to not find it for a while.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
Raise our God consciousness
Raise our “Allah is greater than.” “Allah is more important than.” “Allah is more significant.”
Raise our minds
Raise our confidence
Raise our love for the oppressed
Raise our voices
Raise our hands
Raise our prayers
Raise our grassroots efforts…talking to ordinary people
Raise our signs
Raise our slogans
Raise our bravery
Raise our solidarity
Raise our red, black, white, and green
Raise our love and our cries for our human brothers and sisters
Raise our commitment to the martyrs
Raise our commitment to the grieving families
Raise the greed out of them
Raise the racist out of them
Raise the arrogance out of them
Raise the Netanyahu caricature devil looking ears out of them
Raise the butchers out of them
Raise the terrorists out of them
Raise the grotesque torturers out of them
Raise the chumps out of them
Raise the monsters out of them
Raise the two-facedness out of them
Raise the facade out of them
Raise the raids out of them
Raise the bomb strikes out of them
Raise the nuclear weapons out of them
Raise the baby, children, women, and men murderers out of them
Raise the assassinators of grandmothers, grandfathers, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, wives, husbands, and more out of them
RAISE THE VICTIMIZED, TYRANNIZED, HEGEMONIZED, BROWBEATEN, DOWNTRODDEN, MASSACRED, WE WILL NOT GIVE UP, PALESTINIANS’ FREEDOM OUT OF THEM
by: Najwa Kareem
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 5:20 PM UTC
The plasticiser of human flesh–
Influence,
Poured on without filter or mesh.
Swabbed, glazed
Over a body.
The victim left in a daze
While we
Watch (unknowingly? Or not?)
As they rot away,
Day by day.
They’re less brittle,
Yet it seems this plasticiser has little
Positive effect.
For the promoting of flexibility
Just seems to mean two-facedness
And a lack of respect
To them and me.
Plasticiser just turning our world to mush–
To get it done,
I’m truly in no rush.
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 6:46 AM UTC
In a world brimming
with artificiality, with falsity,
a parched heart pleads,
a sombre soul cries,
to put a stop to two facedness
Sometimes I pretend,
sometimes I speak.
Sometimes I am the stooge,
sometimes I am the striker.
a chameleon in disguise
amid an alloy of ostentatiousness, a loud confusion.
We have to heal our unhealed wounds though
just to flourish despite thorns around.
Accepting is the only choice to ease the unreal
and look forward to better days
as this world is all we have.
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC