Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
You buy clothes you never wear To impress people who don't care You can't speak in front of crowds You should get your head checked You have blisters on your heels From shoes that refuse to be broken in You wear makeup to even out your tan Certainly not to impress a man Your mirror reflection of self Doesn't match the one inside You sing songs of love and heartbreak Because you cannot handle reality's handshake From the jump, you push everyone away To protect yourself from the inevitable day When they will turn & walk a way Because that's what they do When they're done with you. You wear so many masks You forget which one is for him, for her, for them. Shattered self in shadows Intertwine on your halo of thorns. Be careful not to bleed everywhere. Blood is hard to get out of the carpet.
A Fairy Tale
One of our in-class poetry prompts was to take a translated poem and translate it in our way. I chose Salma Khadra Jayyusi’s A Tale.
I have no father-in-law I'm sure he exists He sleeps, fucks my mother-in-law (Hopefully she's a nice lady and will treat me well) He showers, and is a good Christian. A good Christian is rare in this country Hypocrites, the lot of them God knows the cross I bear Would make the Virgin Mary cry Wonder how many brothers and sisters He fathered before my husband Natural, illegitimate, aborted. My husband has a 50/50 chance of mirroring my father-in-law A hypocritical Christian An honest atheist A good father to his real kids A bad musician in the car Someone is playing a game In the house that I grew up in The house where I thought A marriage would free me My castle, my abode, the place I thought I'd never leave Pry the deed from my cold, dead hands The house where AJ scratched my cheek My people are maids My people eat bratwurst My people make wine My people run with the bulls My people dance with dragons My people conceal carry in the dark.
Surviving is a verb Living is too Breathing, smelling, touching Words that imply movement I've not stopped moving Since yesterday Whenever that was. Wish I could stop time The rat race Aging Death Sex Taxes Memento mori, Latin 'Remember you will die' Keep that hubris in check We're all born to die A monied death If you didn't buy it, you're the product. Can't stop, won't stop We don't even know how to stop Stop the ride - the human race - Please exit through the gift shop.
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