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2016: R.I.P SPOKEN WORD

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It’s 2016

In a few more hours it will be 2017

SO, WHAT

On a calendar, it’s a new date

In history, it’s just a new time

In a human lifespan, it’s a fleeting moment 

 

I EXIST AS A MUSLIM, PERSON OF COLOUR, FEMALE, FEMINIST, IMMIGRANT, CANADIAN 

I’m a political nemesis  

A CLICHE 

HAVING SURVIVED 2016

Sober, wow

not a drop of booze to dull my senses into thinking it would be alright

no hangover to let me miss that morning’s terrorist 

but every outlet damaged my faith

my piety on the most wanted list

 

If I were not me 

I conjure a fantasy where I

Was born MALE, GAY AND BLACK 

TRANS, DISABLED AND ILLITERATE,

POOR, UGLY, AND AN ALBINO

I conjure a fantasy where I was born as the other

but I am other 

it takes another to understand the other 

IF I wasn’t me, would there be any hesitation towards embracing me

my mortality isn’t enough morally 

AND I flip the script

 

Fantasy vs reality, no change 

Me vs them, no change

Individuals surround me with indescribable anger,

Faces red as tomatoes, praying to their god in heaven

to v.i.p a seat for me beside Satan

I was born this way

ISIS is a CRISIS, BUT NOT IN MY NAME 

They solicit my innocence

Doubt my humanness

hold a picture of Osama bin laden up to my face 

and say are you related

no offence but you MUZZLIMS are all terrorists

To be terrorized

Cuz we terrorize

The terrorized, terrorizing 

Traumatizing, 

Strolling along with the DAMNED,

 

Human nature isn’t a practical man 

it’s easy to kill when you aren’t the one killing

it’s so easy to kill when you aren’t the one

…… killing

it’s easy to bomb when you aren’t the one bombed

it’s easy to hate when you aren’t the one being hated

it’s easy to be evil when you haven’t been nurtured in good or maybe the exact opposite, you were good but was easier to be evil 

it’s not so easy to love when you don’t love Love

it’s 2017 

so many questions but only simple answers

love Love, for everything that went wrong in 2016

 

love life, an answer to every lost soul, refugee at sea

See love life as I become skin and bones,

deaf, blind and mute to the distinct screams and horrors, distanced 

in history 

See history is just his story and her story

a tragedy unseen, where we were deaf blind and mute 

where having the same DNA was not enough to love the you, and save the you from this hell on earth. 

From this Hell

 

2016 is goner

2017 I’m not so sure

we say never forget but we forget

but no one can say we didn’t know The End 

like a memory of a goldfish 

history repeats itself, and we as humans.

silly, silly humans.

Few forget the morals learnt in yesterday’s news

2017 might be a goner too

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