Category: poetry
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A world alone
i could never live in any of the worlds offered to me; the patrimonial word of my family, the world of my friends, the world of my own people and politics and prosperity. i could never belong to anywhere—even on the wasteland in between my very longings and nostalgia. i had to fabricate a world…
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Little Big Things
the meaningless of life haunts me even as i am half awake, brushing my teeth or running to attend a lecture i will half remember. it haunts me as i think about the languages i cannot speak, lovers i cannot touch and the people i cannot love. but then some morning when i starve myself,…
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Death of a bride
i dug my own grave, six feet into the earth. my wedding dress stained with mud, i own no ring to a man. i own no home to a childhood dying inside of me. i am nothing as i let my flesh rot to the bones. the flowers you left behind barely resembles anything to…
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Fighting the Fire
mother loves the color yellow; the warmness and flames reflecting on her lenses. her yellow silk scarf over her shoulders is ragged now—smeared with cinders as she works up to continue burning the fire in the kitchen. she never gets tired of it even as she offers everything in the house to keep the fire…
Prena Poetry 