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.
Meet Me Halfway, exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Yes I did things Halfway sometimes, but it motivates me into compromise and acceptance.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s available on all eplatforms, iTunes, Googlebooks, Amazon.com, Kindle, kobo, Barnes and noble, friesenpress.com, Indigo.com., paperback and hardcover.
Within the interview, Malak talks about her roots and experiences with postcolonial Civil Wars and her move West. She talks about the importance of her family’s support, and her daughter Fida’s help in editing her work and helping her title her poems.
Mother, daughter, sister, wife, friend,
All are one and the same in muslim women.
We hear what we need,
We mishear what we deem reprehensible!
We learn early the need for compromise, understanding,
And flexibility which are requirements of survival
In a world where the ‘I’ is more important than fighting
For togetherness, unity, and equality. Rather,
It’s replaced by the needs of the individual!
They surpass and prevail over the duties of the whole,
Whether that be the couple, nuclear and extended
Family which help fortify and solidify the need,
More, the essential requirements of values, ethics, and religiously
Equitable interactions that eliminate racism and all that’s dicrimatory.
We have to seem ‘perfect’ in both appearance and morality.
We have to be learned, open minded, not fearfully
Aware that we can be imperfect, human, and loving.
Not being the epitome of everything only highlights your humanity.
Love, loved, lover, lovely
Over abundance of being emotionally
Viscerally compassionate that strongly
Evolves as your love grows exponentially.
Be kind to yourself
Motivate your own growth with stealth,
Don’t let vanity be your wealth
But rather empathy becomes your breath.
The month of love and adoration
Is the shortest one of all!
Not all happiness can be packed into its summation,
Short, though it is, it’s effects are a ball!
In its center, couples celebrate their love,
As if, you only praise your unity then!
And every other day falls short of its possessive
Hold on your cheery life filled only with a pen.
The one you use to organize your life,
Strategize your next goal, perfect compassion
That leads to compromise and less strife,
While dissent and enmity to envy’s fashion.
Duty and love are two sides of a coin,
Where duty can choke the life out of veneration
As it stomps out the cheer from your conjoin.
Malak Kalmoni Chehab, my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, is available on all eplatforms, paperback, and hardcover.
Googlebooks, Amazon.com, Kindle, kobo, Barnes and noble, friesenpress.com, iTunes, Indigo.