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Lauren
By Sammy Ginsberg to day we talkedfor two whole hours,words breaking surfacegasping for ear,and they listened,and i listened,and i wish she was here.
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Grandma
By Sammy Ginsberg it’s weird that for these next four monthsonly virtually, online, in typewe will talk.i remember going to corner bakery and watching a movie,i remember eating at cafe bizou i remember mothers’ day boat ride and winegah, i love you so muchand it’s weird to be so very farwhen my heart is always…
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Haley
By Sammy Ginsberg you read my poems to understand me,i tried to read your body language.every time we hang out,i just feel happy,like we could sit there and do nothingit would all be just fineor we could go on an adventureand it would be just as fine.through four of the most changing,shaping, sad, odd, happyyears,we…
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Molly
By Sammy Ginsberg friends since mommy and meyou shared your lunch with mefrom your lion king boxand let me wear your princess jasmine costumewith you, i feel old and youngthe same and differentall at one time.i feel like even when we were growing upaway from each other,we were growing upparallelforever best friendsforever soul sistersSMEM.
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Good People
By W.S. Merwin From the kindness of my parents I suppose it was that I held that belief about suffering imagining that if only it could come to the attention of any person with normal feelings certainly anyone literate who might have gone to college they would comprehend pain when it went on before them…
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My Secret Privilege
by Aqsa Khalid I know of a safe space Where only I perform Where only I am the spectator Where only I have the power To stare at myself… Where I can let out My tear drops and my frowning My dance and my swaying My drama and my resolutions But remember, This secret about…
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Oh! what a pleasure it must be!
by Aisha Usman I daydream all day long about a few things, And sitting on a toilet is among one of them. My feet are sore and heels torn, from squatting uncomfortably when nature calls, on uneven terrain, jagged rocks and pointing thorns. Why can’t I have access to those clean stalls or public lavatories?…
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W.C.
by Affonso Romano De Sant’anna (from The body-object and other examples, No.10) Translated by Lloyd Schwartz You are the end of house of man of poem the ultimate remnant of the ultimate remnant. Seated in the rounded white nook of the commodious accommodation You wait incommodious intestine You receive mute, naked the integral verb (aquatic…
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I AM NOT RUDE IF I LIKE CLEAN ENVIRONMENT
by Saman Maham I didn’t ask too much Just clean drinking water and lunch When you were draining your waste into the river Drinking water from that river made me shiver I asked you to dispose your waste in the toilet But then you got rude and violent I just wanted to keep the environment…
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First Lessons of Decolonization
By Magdalena Gómez Attempts to torch were made. Firefighters fought back every time. The building, big, dense, well built like the tenants, refused to fall. We’d been through a lot worse. Mami grew up in a shanty town raised on wobbly stilts over open sewage colonialism’s backhoes dug toilets of diphtheria, malaria, dysentery efficient ethnic…