Genocides Poem by Atef Ayadi

Keeping
Your angry love
Ravaging
My skin
And my hidden soul behind my bones
While I am watching you,
Your Chemistry,
Your Physics,
And the art gallery of fumes
Sculptures, paintings you brought with you
And the dead ancient mommies.

Creates a genocide

My pretending prideful
Son of the Neighbor of the 'Be A nice gay'
Is one of the angry generals
Who gave me the first RAIFALL



ES, CAPE
RUN, ING, Be In RUN, and
In RUN Ni InGG ING are my first beautiful Abbreviations.
To fall on my head.

I see
Them all,
As I am fighting
The fear of running,
Backing up and running
And the fear of moving forward.


Genocides
Is fear.... to kill myself
With fear,
For the sake of beauty
And remain a living dead creature
Moving with no purposes.
And pretending
I am in life
And it is only fear of a passed beautiful fear.