‘This Thanksgiving…’ by Fauzia Rafique

Discover me
like Columbus
discovered America

Disregard and overlook
my brand new citizenship card,
esl abilities, my bridging
capabilities. There still are
some Indians (and many
Pakistanis) in me– spoiling
for education, assimilation,
in short, civilization.

Discover me
like Columbus
discovered America

Ignore or obliterate
my multicultured clothes,
urban unriches, my
discomforting art. There still is
a writer (even when
brown) in me– needing
cliches, creative writing courses,
in short, author-ization.

Discover me
like Columbus
discovered America

Exorcise and enslave
my mind, that independent
wave dashing beyond your glitter, an
uncontrolled tongue. There still is
a rebel (even if
feminine) in me– requiring
guidance, tall historic lies,
in short, indoctrination.

Discover me
like Columbus
discovered America

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‘Internal Dialogue’ a song by Mariam Zohra

https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/internal-dialogue

INTERNAL DIALOGUE

got me thinking you know
“Yeah!” to people.
to people.
money
necessarily
for its not in money
almost put me to shame
then i thought:
in what way am i lacking?
for it’s not in
money
necessarily,
for people are falling through the cracks even with money!
and the more mediums you can use to express that internal dialogue – the better.

how do i really do it!
you know how i do it?
i do it by being able to strum a guitar-
once a day –
sing when i’m walking down the street,
in the shower
you know, observe nature.
think poetics and philosophy,
and that’s what keeps me going!
and that’s what keeps me going!

got me thinking you know:
it’s the… the pronunciation of internal dialogue;
and the more mediums you can use to express that internal dialogue:
the better.
and the more mediums you can use to express that internal dialogue:
the better.
you know observe nature.
got me thinking you know:
yeah!
sing when i’m walking down the street…
in the shower.
got me thinking you know:
yeah!
“the pronunciation of internal dialogue”
yeah!

money
necessarily;
for its not in
money…
…for people are falling through the cracks
even with money.

but it’s…
how do i really do it?
you know how i do it?
money –
necessarily…
for it’s not in… money;
for people are falling through the cracks even with money…

but it’s…
how do i really do it!
you know how i do it?
“the pronuciation of internal dialogue”
got me thinking you know:
yeah!
and its –
how do i really do it?
you know how i really do it?
got me thinking… you know…
yeah!
the pronunciation of internal dialogue…
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Mariam Zohra is a multidisciplinary artist working with poetry, music, film, design and painting. She has published two collections of her poetry ‘These Tales Are true’ (Purple Poppy Press, Vancouver 2016) and ‘Not to Understand’ (Diva books, Toronto 1992). Her current projects include a dvd of her songs, and a video rendition of a selection of poems. Mariam is a co-founder and the Creative Director of Surrey Muse.
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‘Imbecile In Conversation With a God’ by Sana Janjua

She called me Imbecile three times:

(You are an Imbecile! You are an Imbecile! You are an Imbecile!)

Furled my innocence to throw out of the window,
tore my garb off my body
and cut a thousand holed tent out of it,
then hung it on the bamboo for her crows to rest in;

She threw sewage waste on my face to hide my presence,
put burning coal on my palms to deplete my sins,
lashed and whipped me hundred times to do me good;

She exposed my breasts for loafers to feed at,
shucked my clitoris and stuffed it with hessian of poison,
pecked at my organs with needles soaked in piss-dung;

She led me to believe in her
Supreme Beneficence.

But I survived.
I survived to feed her crows.
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Sana Janjua writes and performs monologues engaging audiences into witnessing the internal states of people who undergo trauma, symptoms of PTSD, and ongoing conflict with dreams, and childhood(s). Also, she writes poetry, and works as a psychiatric nurse. She is the President of Surrey Muse, and loves to read books.
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Redinkpot!

red ink pot
freshblood red
thick drip
clear glass pot

pot?
which pot?

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Pot may refer to:
Containers Flowerpot, a container in which plants are cultivated. Pottery, ceramic ware made by potters. A type of cookware.
Places Ken Jones Aerodrome, IATA airport code POT. Palestinian Occupied Territories, the West Bank. Pontefract Tanshelf railway station, England; National Rail station code POT.
People Cor Pot (born 1951), Dutch football manager and player. Philippe Pot (1428–1493), Burgundian nobleman, military leader, and diplomat. Pol Pot (1925–1998), leader of the communist Khmer Rouge in Kampuchea or Cambodia.
Art, entertainment, and media Pot (poker), the amount to be won. P.O.T., former Filipino rock band. “The Pot”, a 2006 song by Tool.
Computing and technology .pot, a template file extension used by the GNU gettext program- .pot, file extension for Microsoft PowerPoint template files- Pot, a ceramic insulator supporting an electric conductor rail to provide electric traction power to trains. Potentiometer, a variable resistor, informally known as a “pot” or “trim pot”.
Plants Pot, a slang term for cannabis (marijuana). Pot., the abbreviation for the orchid genus Potinara.
Other uses Chytroi (“The Pots”), the last day of the Anthesteria in ancient Athens. Pot, a 285ml beer glass. Potash Corporation of Saskatchewan, stock symbol: POT. Pot belly, informally known as a “pot”.

clear glass pot
thick drip
freshblood red ink

Pol Pot free Pot dot pot free Pot

Thick drip
freshblood red ink
clear glass pot
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