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Time to Do More

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

It feels like the world spins and flows like a river, unstoppable, and when it seems as though you don’t have enough time for everyone you love. As a nurturer and introvert, I bottle up my worries as I try, unsuccessfully, to take care of everyone’s needs before my own. The time, I would like to have is so that I can take care of myself better. That way, I can give more.

Sometimes, the world around you feels so oppressive that it stumps your ability to navigate a world that supports murder, death, and genocide of those weaker. That feeling carries into your home, blocking your capacity to be there for your family, as it drowns you, constantly, in visions of charred bodies, women, children, elderly, even infants in incubators die. How can I reconcile my compassionate nature with what I’m being asked to bear witness to?

How can I perform within my family when I’m bombarded by such visions of violent, thoughtless aggression against the innocent? Why is it that I have to witness peoples’ lack of humanity as they watch and do nothing?

Poetess, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change

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

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Ode to Indigenous Women

Who are our greatest victims?

Our native women’s rapes?

Over half a century ago,

Their children were of age to

Be abused and killed

Then buried and abandoned.

Abandoned but not forgetting

As parents went unknowing 

Of their fates and kept hoping …

Their faith in governments

That oppressed them and forsakes

Their loved one’s destinies

That are only excavated on pleas …

And demands for knowledge 

Of their kismet to be able to judge,

Whether to move on, or …

Stay in Limbo’s nescience for 

Their needs are trivialized,

While others’ are optimized…

What’s needed to achieve equality

In attaining justice for all humanity

And not only a minority?

In honor of international women’s day against violence. This is only a part of all the violence that occurs against women in the world. Here’s to hoping for an elimination of such practices.

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Subjugation

Reading by me, Malak kalmoni Chehab, of the poem ‘Subjugation’, from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s about postcolonialism and its effects after independence.
http://www.malakkcwriting.com

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Subjugation-e1mkujh


https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni-ebook/dp/B092YT6QX6/ref=mp_s_a_1_1

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Subjugation

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Deception

Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Available on all eplatforms. https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni-ebook/dp/B092YT6QX6/ref=mp_s_a_1_1

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Open Mindedness

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

https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Open-Mindedness-e1je32r

It’s about humanity’s need to debunk stereotypes and overcome gaslighting that destroys human compassion and empathy.

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Ode to Indigenous Victims

Couldn’t type! Besides with writing it out, I can edit when it’s complete! All those victims of abuse of Indigenous genres: raise your voices together! Only then will they make any change happen!

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Book Day

Beauty of books leave nothing to imagerY

Only creating worlds in academiA

Overflowing with all that can be imagineD:

Kings, queens, courtiers, all in a booK.

Devils and monsters dancing in affetuosO

Anger and depression dumped in aerophotO

Yet, we vent them in books that only boB.

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Peaceful Palestine?

The terror drives their heart beats into a drum

A drummer erasing your life and turning it into a bum.

Sirens, louder than your heart’s drum,

Blare out the need to evaluate the slum.

Run, run, run faster, faster still, jump

Into the bomb shelter for fear of being a lump

On the street, another cadaver hacked in a frump.

Blood stains the streets, cars, homes, and fields

That sustain the rebellion that fights oppressives.

In a vain attempt to eradicate the beliefs

I look around, children, women, elderly, youth,

All strewn like rag dolls, puppets on strings! Truth,

They are victims of unending war for territory of faith.

What a scam, lark, lie, brainwashing schemes,

Imposing your will on others!

Keep them weak, hungry, and hopeless,

As you stomp on their rights! Bleed them,

It’s the last foray into unknow, dread for them

Terrors testify that the drum itself is to be feared. For them

Is a way of life!

Well then, do something to end the strife!

That’s no way to live a life!