Society has taught us to shame love—
love as an act is forbidden,
and as a feeling, it must be hidden.
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Beyond normal.. no brittle
daisies more yellow a little
But if you heard what happened
you'd understand
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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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Next time someone looks at me, I hope
they will look at me with love,
not with curiosity.
Big arms to hold my naked heart.
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An Arab Girl's Prayer
Oh, the sky above the land,
there is a just God.
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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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Flipped my coffee cup to seek
the phantom of thee—
until I saw
something Van Gogh couldn't draw.
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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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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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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,
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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.)
Love& Society
Society has taught us to shame love—
love as an act is forbidden,
and as a feeling, it must be hidden.
Why do we always take love for granted,
even though it is a human need?
Yet we forbid our children from writing about it.
On our society's soil,
love is a forbidden seed.
A child should write all they want about love—
to love a thing, or a soul by name,
to lie upon an aching heart to ease its pain,
and to tell ourselves to be still sometimes—
like an Ellicott, thirsty for the rain,
waiting for love to come again.
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.