This poem is dedicated to my friend Genie (Palestine Rose)
When you write raw
You leave your heart exposed
Unmasked
Unprotected
It will carry many cuts and bruises
It might even bleed its life out
I too, write raw
Not to appease
Neither to please
And certainly not to hurt or cause harm
Not to praise or to be praised
Not to condemn or put anyone down
But to heal and ease the pain
Of an injured world
With which I fell madly in love
Long before the day I was born
I hear rivers and oceans weeping I go to pieces
I see the tears running down sky’s face,
I melt away, I go insane
I would peel off the kernel of my soul
I would crush my being to nothingness
I would dwindle and wither away
I would set my heart ablaze
To see a child smile
Take my heart
Take my heart
grind it down
Sprinkle the dust over this tormented world
Turn it to compost
Let it feed love-hungry souls
In the palm of my hand I hold my heart, tender and sore
With delight I give it away
Watch the blossoms budding around
As one child smiles again
Wouldn’t you?
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