Is There Not A Corner For Us To Meet?

Khareef

He does not talk to me, but relies on the news,
He sees men murder man and wants me to lose
all my rights, my beliefs, my faith, my blood,
He names me a disgrace, he calls my religion mud.

She does not engage me in long-held conversation,
about my views of the news or sexual orientation,
my hopes, my dreams, of equality, of peace,
She demands my worship stop or my heart cease,

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Lost

Khareef

I’ll never meet them
You took their lives
Their hopes, their dreams, their souls
They ended.

And those that you left alive
You took their lives.
Their hopes, their dreams, their souls
They ended.

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