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My Homes

There
There I exit a home
Onto a street
A perpetual noise
Warmth radiates from every surface
The wind is constant
The sea beautiful and vast
A mere distance away
Nothing too far
To be drowned at whim

I like it there
For many reasons
Mirth is passed from hand to hand
Not portioned and accounted
Smiles come as easily
As pain

Here
Here I exit a home
Onto a street
Quiet
The silence always a foreshadow
Overwhelms the scenery
Blank stares
Generalized coldness
I can make this work
This is my here
The water is tame
And far enough

I like it here
For many reasons
Peaceful and safer
So much space
Enough space to keep out
And be kept out
Effortlessly

Written Spring 2020

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“To my friends…”

I know you, friend,
I recognize my self in you,
Your countenance a canvas of your heart,
Or a parchment with ink bright red,
I’ve never met you,
But I see the part of you,
That would stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me,
Respect, dignity, and solidarity our shared language,
You have my gratitude.

It is so difficult to find you,
A necessity,
If it was so easy,
Then they would find us,
With their language of conformity and violence,
Copy-cats of blind majority,
Bent on propagating and steering,
We recognize the steps of their dance,
From a mile away,
We try to steer clear,
But sometimes our shared language,
Calls on us to act.

To the scoundrels,
I know you,
I recognize my self in you,
But that was an old self,
I left it behind long ago,
A fossil,
I’ve never met you,
But I see the part of you,
That would hurt me,
For entertainment,
Or derived righteousness,
Humanity’s parroting scoundrel.

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Author’s note: I dedicate this poem to Sarah Hegazi (Rest in Power), a queer feminist activist from Egypt who recently passed away while seeking asylum here, in Canada, and to all who are navigating and surviving cruelness and systemic injustice.