I was hoping to cherish
That part of you;
The part of you
That doesn’t sin.
I was hoping to cherish
The child in you;
The part of you
That laughs and cries.
I was hoping to cherish
The love in you
The part of you
That feels so small.
(The lost soul in you;
The one you’ve been searching your life for,
Past the animosity and suffocation).
If one day all of the ones you knew
Were to judge you
I’d like to think I was the one
Who got you right
The most.
You never know- everything has a beginning but some things never begin.
You fall in love with my beauty
But I have nothing to give.
I long for your love:
Tell me what I have done
And is it as bad as
Being forbidden from your mother’s touch?
(I love new things
So as you can imagine
When I got married:
The pouring of new gifts).
My best friend died:
Autopsy revealed
The secrets he’d been hiding;
The wounds left from
The childhood abuse
And the monster he’d become.
The heart shriveled with suffering
Yet all these bodies
Are just laid there to be numbered;
The lungs exhausted
Revealed how he’d been yelling from ashore
Bleeding and begging for help
Yet was passed on from home to home
Like you graduate from school to school
Until one day you’re naked to the world
And they are concerned about
The crime you committed
And how you will be punished.
I only asked for my mother’s love;
I wanted to belong to her even after belonging in her womb.
I don’t know when the cord was cut
But my soul wanted to run in her vains
Even after she gave birth to me and rejected it.
And when I ran from hate by becoming it:
Body of steel; inside, a child seeking the hand of a loving mother:
I was thrown into solitary confinement,
A number in death row;
You ask me of my last meal?
(I’ve seen my mother beat me, spit on me
Said no one loved me; that I was worthless; Pointed a gun at me at seven, ten, thirteen and fifteen-
Until I turned that gun on someone else)
I say how lovely would it be to taste
The sweetness of my mother’s touch
(Last meals and last feels).
(I love new things
So as you can imagine
When I died:
The pouring of new gifts)
I was hoping to cherish
The child in you;
The part of you
That laughs and cries.
Blood memories
Passsd through and through:
I was hoping to cherish
Some part of you.
~By Maryum Khalid~
wow…simply wow
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Thank you 😳🙏
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Absolutely staggeringly wonderful! 🙏🏻❤️
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Thank you kindly Diana 😳💜💜🙏
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Your writing is special to me Maryum 🙂 ❤
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Wow 💜💜
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Take care sweet lady 😊❤️
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Take care 💜
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I don’t read you enough and I should! This is spectacular
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🌸🌸💛💛 hello! Thank you so much for reading this and commenting- I am humbled 💛💛🌸🌸
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My pleasure
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