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else Apr 2024
at the end of the tunnel my heart trembles,
overwhelmed by waves of telephone rings,
unexecuted promises, ecstasy of a newfound soul
but the threat of a fragile thread, i try to
breathe but the air goes nowhere, and then i
look, mama, the henna on my hand is fading away
i sigh at the inevitability of things, all of this reality
does not feel like reality, we are all in the last stretch
of our escape, i see the light at the end of the dark
ness, but why does it feel like i’m simply standing
still waiting to be kept in another cage. darling,
darling, my henna is wearing thin. i want out,
i want freedom, i want love, i want this anxiety
to fade away like the lovely patterns quickly wearing
thin, thin, thin, to match the colour of my skin.
JP Jul 2016
walking inside a building
found a mirror
looking almost 90..
went further
a room full of old girlfriends
looking old and sick on bed
old memories hanging as portraits on the wall
a waste room…. full of childhood toys
a wardrobe …… full of lovers gift and letters
a book shelf…... full of unexecuted vengeance
a locker has few dairies of my unfulfilled wishes
so much pain and frustration
came out of the building
turned and saw
the name………
………….. Museum
Jang Waga Jul 2019
“Don’t you dare let go.” She pleaded

“I promise I’ll make this work.” He replied, as his fingers unclasped from her touch and then gripped another woman’s hand


You see
sometimes
people are
mean for no
reason
Giving you the
satisfaction of
half-meant apologies
Genuine lies
coaxing your sincere heart

Give them your flesh and bones
and they become
flesh-eating parasites
thawing their way in and out
of you
leaving nothing
but crumbs of insecurity
for you to feast on
at night

Skinning you by
the words flowing
from their unapologetic
mouths
Digging holes into
the softest spot
of your being

His ego feeding on
the scarcity of your
sanity
A notice of bankruptcy
for your love bank’s almost
empty
A debt loaned by someone
else
And now you are running
errands for it

Chain of promises
frozen into
unexecuted
actions
choking you
as you
fall deeper
into their whims

As a
woman
birthed by
a woman
Your mother
didn’t suffer for
months
for you to become
someone else’s
defense mechanism

Your queen of a mother
didn’t birthed a warrior
only to become
a pawn
in another man’s
game

as a woman
you should know
when to stand your
ground and
when to escape
the crumbling
ground
beneath you

You will never
leave unscathed
but you will
ever
be free

You are born
with a heart of a lion
Recognize it
Embrace it
Because when a lion
preys
It never looses sight
and once it bites
It never lets go
Razor sharp teeth sinking so deep
they would wish so hard
to have never met you
in the first place

— The End —