Poetry
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The First Of Nine
I remember the first day we met. The smell of air on that day was that of burnt love and lost desire for what we craved. It was on the 20th day of my worst month. I remember how you felt like the baby I’ve long lost and finally found. I remember how you held… Continue reading
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Items of YOU
you left you with me on days I asked you to take all of you with you.you left with me days we didn’t want to end, you left memories I didn’t ask to keep.you’ve once again done all of your biddings. maybe I want your hands to play around those lines it loved to draw,… Continue reading
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A Conversation With My Other Self
I engaged myself in a random conversation with my other self, my best friend.I made it clear that a wanna be and monarchy are not the same thing and yeah, she understood me.I am an example of a wanna be and the resounding names are the monarchy.I’ve stepped on reasons to cut me quit and… Continue reading
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My Reflection In Different Mirrors
In every mirror I look at, I am different. The one in my room always reflects me as who I fear the most.It shows me the me that has hurt. The me that is too scared to be called weak. It shows me the me that feels empty whenever she’s alone. The mirror in my… Continue reading
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Before I die
Before I die, I want to be heard.I want to say words and allow letters to dance on my lips.Before I die, I want to be seen.I want my words to push me up, so high that I forget what 5’4 actually feels and looks like. Before I die, I want to teach courage.I was… Continue reading
Delight Chilegide Olumati 