Uniqueness
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Those
who
never made
mistakes
had nothang
learnt in
life.
Nor
gather
any experience.
For Mistake
uncovers
many mysteries.
I have two arms
And a few legs
A torso, sure
And a head
And a few organs, I'm told
Maybe some teeth and some bones
I look at you
And you do too
You look like me,
a body with a soul
Perfection should not
be searched for; uniqueness should
die with its finding.
The above haiku I wrote years ago;
It is one that I have liv'd by.
Humidity is a bitch to me. It’s alive.
Sitting on cement, slapped fresh by Texas afternoon rain.
Microscopic droplets carry home, lingering oils resting on cheeks.
Clouds from above float through chambers of my lungs.
Scratch our story into skin
flip my pages thin
you’ll never forget me.
Justify my every move
to conform to nothing in my
naked mind.
You assure me I’m alive
You're ugly.
You're beautiful.
You're fat.
You're full-figured.
You're worthless.
You're everything.
You're stupid.
You're different.
You're smart.
You're unique.
You're you.
There is no human “norm”
Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin,
You’ll hear future melodies
Where people dance euphorically exhausted
Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
In the world there are clever and foolish people,
There are virgins and prostitutes,
Rich, poor, middle class, and the clean and simple,
There are pretty things and a couple of tragedies,
I lay still
Still I lay
While they look down at me
I am dressed in satin.
With my hair just so
And a rose within my grasp
Their eyes do cry
They cry from their eyes
We walk the halls in single file lines. Our desks are arranged in straight, narrow rows. Classrooms have the appearance and resemblance of prison cells. Our uniforms take away our individuality.
Freefalling
A tiny white crystal of ice
Descending from heaven
A precious gift
Glittering in the light
Falling, sparkling, beautiful
In its own right
A masterpiece unto itself
Do not tend to me,
For I am untouchable,
I am the Wind,
the Fire,
the Earth.
You are Water,
your ebb and flow
always pushing me
to you and from you,
but for no longer.
I was born different, unique,
As all babies are.
What, after all, is normal, anyway?
But somehow, in the division of humanity,
Some people are more like the rest,
Manipulative,
Greedy,
Selfish,
King.
In a world so claimed to be run by democracy,
it sure feels like a monarchy.
Like a pharaoh atop his throne in great heights,
My name is Syed.
It means leader in Arabic.
I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me.
Yesterday my name was reserved.
Tomorrow my name will be outgoing.
In my dream my name was optimism.
I am a dream.
I wonder what “to exist” entails.
I hear it’s wonderful “to exist” and
I want to exist, to BE, but still
I am worse than dead – INERT!