friday night freewrite.

one
lips painted red painting
bloodshed on a canvas of white skin as
black as the darkness lovers explore each
others bodies in colors separate humans
the wall in palestine cannot be crossed
i thought humanity had no color?


two
throwing up the contents of
an unfinished meal in the bathroom measuring her thighs
between her palms magazine
cutouts taping her breasts
hair doused with straightening
products sixteen years old
in a car with a twenty year old
man lips raw skin wet she 
thinks he could make her finally feel beautiful.

three
torn pages in a notebook
kissed with words spiraling 
out of control is her being
in need of feeling anything
but the hate her pen is spewing
ink is blue like her mother's 
face when father choked her
in need of love the womb and it's
protection from the ugliness of the world
miss its warmth pray for love.
 
four
there is no hope in hope lost Allah the Most Gracious 
Most Merciful goodness at the tip of his tongue in the
depths of his soul goodness in the way he holds
his little girls hand goodness despite the evil
his daughter is growing older her innocence is 
being stolen but there is goodness left in
graffitied alleys and subway corners he
whispers to the city "be good".

five

fingertips play notes on spinal cords

entangled in sheets his legs her arms making
laughter making words.

six

and a heart that stops beats to no drum dancing

cannot be done if there is no music rushing

in your ears faith rushing through your soul 

zamzam water rushing down your throat

bringing you to life.