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Prickly Rose

The thorn in the rose rose
To prick and pick the pose
Of the stone staying style
Of bone that bosses boys
From tome to tome to
Cover conversations in cold
Winter storms that hinder the hearer
From accepting and acknowledging
Avarice that alienates avowels
Of loyalty, love, and lies
That embue endless enmity.

https://at.tumblr.com/malakkc-poetry/prickly-rose/qaapzwsv1nat

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Thankfulness!

I had a lumpectomy done today. What a wonderful job the nurses and doctors did in their jobs as well as keeping my morale high.

The presence physical and emotional of my family members boosted my morale even more.

I’m hoping I’ll feel better quickly and get back to my blog.

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Appreciation 🙏

There was a time, long ago, when …..

Yep, the start of my blog is story that a decade ago wouldn’t exist for writers. Today, with so many applications available, us writers can connect organically with followers who enjoy our writing. Technology has its advantages and disadvantages, but for me, as a writer, using my voice, and getting feedback is a wonderful experience and one I enjoy because of all of you!

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Love, Unashamed

A poem read, by me, from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.

It’s about self-doubt and how to kill it to achieve acceptanceand self-love.

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Love–Unashamed-e1lufnt

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MASKulinity

A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Enjoy being Perfectly Flawed!

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/MASKulinity-e1je3rm

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Monster

The monsters of love are envy and an inability to achieve what others can. Monster is a poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab, from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Enjoy!

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Monster-e1j4gu5

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Haloed Memories

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Mama, Mother

Mom, mother, teacher, friend,

Marvelous in her love to spend

Making everything her kids loved.

Overly concerned with the successes

Of those that are hers,

Often, she sacrifices all at her expenses.

The fear she feels evaporates

Then, turns to a laugh at their cackles,

Yet, twists into tears at their hurts.

Her love is tender, at times harsh,

Her knowing it’s better we hear her lash

Her anger, rather than an outsider becoming brash.

Entirely too much depends on her love,

Every day that passes without it is a dark cave

Encompassing our fright in the depth of cognizance.

Radiate, roving remembrance really

Revolving around her compassionately

Rightful heart, whose endless in its empathy.

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Meet Me Halfway

Meet Me Halfway, exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Yes I did things Halfway sometimes, but it motivates me into compromise and acceptance.

https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518 Amazon.com

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Happy Eid!