I’m from steaming plates of Lebanese foodKibbeh, meat pies, lemon saladBig hearty laughs and the sound of shuffling cardsOn a wooden table…
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why the hues of gray what once was strong is weakened there is more to do
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For context, I asked a friend of mine to give me a poem topic and they said “French Toast”. I didn’t want…
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Mama peels a yam And in the frail absence of flaw She is perfection In the golden of her skin Lies a…
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always searching for. “a feeling of desire” or is it “of trust”
