Ibtisam Barakat Poems

I write
for my heart
has become
a country
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A stone mosque
stands like a pencil
taller than
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At the checkout register,
at an office-supplies store,
I am getting ready to
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When I was a girl in a poor family
we hung our clothes to dry on the povertyline,
and with it I jumped rope.
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Our city is a cell
Children's faces
Are replacing
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