Transition
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She wanted
To dance
He was
Hoping
For a
Chance
Little did
They
Know
The
Friendship
That would
Grow
Her name is Jasmine, the former femme fatale
who, only ten years ago
was said to resemble
Rita Hayworth in her prime.
But now her youthful beauty
has withered like that of a
wilted flower.
My mind flooded with thoughts such as “What if they don’t like it?” and “What will they think?”
Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla.
With an unstable mind, I am confronting the next decisions.
What are the plans for tomorrow? I'm going to go to the movies.
Why must I decide about tomorrow.
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
Last day.
Big smiles, warm hugs
Laughing, refusing to cry.
The outgoing one
The funny one
The athletic one
The identity that doesn’t need an introduction.
No one told me
March 1997.
A 32-year old Pakistani man leaves his village, wife, and young son in Gujrat, Punjab
He went to New York even though the distance made his heart throb
Trump made me feel great
The MAGA US President
Goodbye, status quo
Hi
I'm 18 years old
Or should I say 18 years young
But old enough for to know my rights and wrongs.
It doesnt mean I always do what's right.
To take away,
with the accordance of a fowl,
the flight of a child
is not the loss of air.
The wings that protrude
from the back of your aims
are the soul that keeps one on fire;
From a young age I’ve had an innate connection
To objects with lights and screens,
Items that presented a reflection
Of a world different than ours seems
I was raised in a town where everyone was the same shade of unaccepting and indifferent.
Every person was the same wash of “keep quiet”, “don’t talk back”, and “you’ll never make it”.
I am a ration cabinet.
Every time you squeeze through my doors, under the loose chain, you take bits and pieces of me.
i. seventeen
I am mired in transition, a sense of in-between-ness:
childhood & adulthood,
tradition & assimilation,
Do you know what it feels like,
To run your fingers through the freshly shorn grass
Behind your ears,
For the first time,
And to feel the steady crackle of your heartbeat,
Burning like a hearth, like home.
birth(Death)
what is in be(Tears)ween
girlboys like boygirls(Temporarily)
jackandjill
happycarefreemindless (Clueless)
(i Pity, not envy)
A baby, not even a moment oldIts story is unwritten, clean, untoldGrows into a child, encouraged to fulfill his dreamsJust be sure to fit within society’s scheme
There are certain phases that the average person will travel through before they can be considered an adult
I ought to visit the woodlands; it is where I must return
Inhaling and long exhales, enjoying the wood smoke as it burns
The bright shining sun goes down, and we watch the rigid night fall enter
The Point of Being
Transition
It has all converged
So long I’ve yet waited and so fast departed
I am a mover, a shaker, a music maker
I am a dreamer of dreams
Dreams big enough to swallow me whole
With hope, and fear, and longing;
Dreams that make friends quirk their head
I'm starting to wonder
if it's your fault
or mine.
The fears of getting out
populate my mind.
You keep telling me things
giving me assignments, peojects, homework
and it's supposed to prepare me
He told me when I was broken and confused
He told me when I had everything to lose
He told me he loves me
I live my life trying to create such precious memories.
Living with all these people I thought were a friend to me.
The Transition
Learning how to adapt
while things feel so right,
but are so wrong.
People say "It takes time to change".
It just seems to long!
Times pass. I’m moving on,
So much to forget and leave behind.
I must bid you all anon.
From Tonka Toys to Tick Tock on a clock
The time has come to put the childish things away
This prince must now become King
The training is over!!! I step into the ring
