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There I Be

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There are these fears

That I won’t be seen




That I be too fleshy

for “pretty” to escape your

lips and land on my ears




That I be too nappy

for you to run your hands across

my scalp and your smile still exist




That I be too wordy

for you to get comfortable

in my presence




That I be too much

for this world and I’ll be

swallowed up and never

spit out.




It is in this fear

That the becoming

happens.





It is my words,

my flesh

my naps

that I live

and breathe

to give you me.




That, yes I am too much

much love,

much life,

much free.




Hold on for when

My winds blow

You will be uprooted.




And if you survive

there won’t be any more

compromise.

-Zainab Karim

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