The Era of the Aayoobandits
the era of the aayoobandits I’ve always wanted to belong to a community. You know,…
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Catharsis: water on my arid land
In order for me to write poetry that isn’t / political, I must listen to…
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My mother doesn’t walk into a room and expect to turn heads. My mother walks…
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There’s no greater transition than from “Long hair don’t care” to “short hair can’t pack”.…
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