prodded and (labeled)
in trying to speak
delicate words to describe
pity and death of children born to
civilian slaughter
i find none left
but those heavy and laden
with truth i become
the heavy word
the bearded word
the veiled word
the fundamentalist word
the Islamist word
the trapped and the terrorist
words and woes of those
who would have you believe
“sympathizer” is synonymous
with sin
in sinning
in being flesh i find
we get angry
the heavy worded ones
react to lightly worded
“resolutions”
delicately spoken
to make the victim
a villain
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
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"The Other" is always with us. As long as there is "the other", we don't have to really examine fear and hatred. When "the other" no longer has a face or a voice or is someone we know and recognize, we are capable of great violence.
Hey, this is Urrooj, and we met today at ISNA's little creative expressions thru dawah meeting. Good stuff. I'm impressed.
check out www.xanga.com/queenrooji for some kicks
Mash'Allah, great poem...
The depth and weight to this poem describes the way my heart feels.
May HE increase you in your expression and poetry.
:)
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