Divine Love
Love is a weapon inside me.
Love is a dove of peace that flies beside me.
Love is the white veil of a wedding bride.
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They asked if I lived in a third-world country.
I giggled and sobbed and then—
I said yes.
And they said, 'Which one? '
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Every night I tell a story
for you so I can keep my life.
A thousand nights have been upon me
for you, so you can forget your first wife.
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Here they stand
on moving sand—
they cannot comfort the whale
while they stand outside the sea.
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Honey bee, I love thee—
till they see
I'm a human being.
I'm not a toy, neither Marilyn.
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A tear is a right
& so is speech, or silence.
Is this ache in my heart
from whom my heart was once an asylum?
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You're studying the human heart what about mine
What about my wild loving heart who adores your smile
Do you have a dual?
Do you have someone who came before me and grabbed your soul
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I have no other place to be
Except for my prayer place
Because in the OR
She's gonna be scared
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I'm human, and I'm not a god.
I can't beat every odd.
I can't help it when you say
your lack of perfection isn't for me.
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And if you pray
You may pray for that pain to go away
From both of us
And this happiness that supposed to occur now may visit us
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Je suis humaine, je ne suis pas une déesse.
Je ne peux pas vaincre tous les revers.
Je ne peux rien y faire quand tu dis
que ton imperfection n'est pas faite pour moi.
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Целостность
Я человек, я не бог.
Я не могу победить каждую судьбы игру.
Я ничего не могу поделать, когда ты говоришь,
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أسألُ الخيرَ الكثير،
أسألُ الحبَّ المُطير،
أسألُ العالي الكبير.
رُبَّ دمعٍ في عيوني
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I know I'm pretty
not from every word you say,
but from your pupils' dilatation.
Even a fool can tell
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I love the fact that I'm green,
the fact that my wings are self-made,
and my love for them is a part of my self-esteem.
I swagger on the human love I trade,
...
There is always someone to compensate,
Shall I have another?
But this is life when women must compete
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No soul has been kinder; when their eyes tear, they make the clouds cry with them.
If mercy were given a form, it would be them again and again.
You only find them as you find a gem.
They touch the scalpel as if it weighs less than mass.
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Mind and heart in consent—we gain.
You and me: no love in vain.
Broadway tickets, Turkey, Spain,
two seats waiting on a train.
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Medical student by day, poet by calling. Fatima Alzhara Rafa believes in the precision of the scalpel and the precision of the word. Her poetry navigates vulnerability, resilience, and the colors we use to paint ourselves whole.)
Divine Love
Divine Love
Love is a weapon inside me.
Love is a dove of peace that flies beside me.
Love is the white veil of a wedding bride.
Love is the vision granted to the blind.
Love is a bouquet of roses in my hand
that I will never let slide.
Love is the angel who guards my soul
and knows me from every side.
I am as pure as Mary,
so divine — and so is love.
My pawn cornered your knight, and your king had to move away, so it's a draw. Anyway, you lost your queen a long time ago. _Fatima Alzhara
I am not going to let a powerful woman shrink me, let alone another little girl.
I checked the balance—I know I'll see more sensory than motor neuron. I move too slow, walk slow, speak slow— but God, I don't feel a little. It's something I can't control.