Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Wrong Truth

"Like a pomegranate making love to a cactus tree,
He will bleed your heart dry like the Sahara desert" she said.
Whispering fallacies and fake truths
onto deaf ears that only hear
sounds of a lover’s hearty laughter.
Does she not realizing
that I already bled all my fears and reservations
monthly with my womanly cycle.
And now I am pregnant,
nursing the very thought of him
between my forbearing breasts.
And she
like so many,
friend and foe
mother and child,
whispers wrong truths
with the intention of aborting my love
with her callous and calculated words.
But someone should tell she
that her fears are not my truths,
and her fears fall on deaf ears
For I only hear my lovers hearty laughter.

Hayat Magan
Copyright © 2010

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